‘Horses sweat, men perspire and women merely glow’, goes the saying. Lady Phnom Penh is exhausted from glowing. Today she glistened with raindrops for a short while. A very brief respite from the suffocating heat! The smell of cool air and wet earth is refreshing. Sincerely wish this’s the start of the much awaited, long desired ‘mango showers’!
Just before the rains
A drop fell on the mango tree…
After the rains…
Can’t help sharing another Emily Dickinson one
( borrowed my title from her)
A drop fell on the apple tree
Another on the roof;
A half a dozen kissed the eaves,
And made the gables laugh.
A few went out to help the brook,
That went to help the sea.
Myself conjectured, Were they pearls,
What necklaces could be!
The dust replaced in hoisted roa
The birds jocoser sung;
The sunshine threw his hat away,
The orchards spangles hung.
The breezes brought dejected
And bathed them in the glee;
The East put out a single flag,
And signed the fete away.
House Sparrow 
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