Dancing Summer: Part-II

while the peacock was dancing on the roof

doing his rightful part of courtship

a woodpecker was a noise, a distraction

as it was striking the bark of a tree

cold wind was blowing

and small drops of rain had started to fall

while on my way to home, with classical on repeat

i paused my music and stood there to feel the moment of beauty

Written on- March 20, 2026; 8:18pm

This poem is part of "Daisy Summer: A Poetry Series". Dancing Summer is a metaphor for everything i witnessed that day from cold wind, flowing dark clouds to a peacock dancing.