Down a Rainy Hill

Amidst slow rains,
A walk down hill,
Dark clouds all over,
slow drizzle starts,
All round winds' chill.
Deep in woods,
A walk by tree.
A dive in fountains,
Soul soaks in pure,
this place to be.
It wings up mind,
the smell of wet grass,
an eternal painting,
The hands unseen,
On a live canvas .
Slow drenching self,
In the nature's arm,
An everlasting silence,
yet sense of belonging,
In an endless Charm.
A gush of winds,
Passes through soul,
Bare foot on grass,
eyes up above,
Then, the mists on roll.
What else to say,
In this nature's talk,
Inside lush greens,
In the purest abode,
When a long,lone walk..