rainy season

The city lays

on both banks 

of the river. 

Hills surround the city,

and from these hills 

you see 

the beautiful sights 

of the land 

that bears 

a million people 

who etch out 

life there.

Today I saw 

one of those sights 

from the top of those hills, 

new born greens 

in the middle

of age old browns. 

The first rains 

make love 

to the land and trees, 

conceiving grass and young leaves 

that will grow into life,

a balm in the desert.

Wet rain comes,

sometimes gently, 

sometimes wildly, 

on hard earth,

greens, reds and yellows 

of rainy season.