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Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. ~Rabindranath Tagore

The clouds of Saavan* rain,
to join my heart’s humming
A familiar perfume airs
my love must be coming

Dark clouds from all sides
come together for an attack
Electricity charges the air,
lights a series of flash.

Tiny droplets dance around
as my hope slowly grows
my heart sings love songs
while a pleasant wind blows

– Shiv

* Saavan – Rainy season

Word from the studio …

I found another version of this Mirabai bhajan today and listened to it. In the following rendition, the sadder minor third is used.  I am trying to sing Malhar how it was sung before Tansen’s naughty invention.  I hope that can convey the delight of this beautiful poem.  Working on it!

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