By the petrichor magnetically pulled,
The peahen dances
To the tune of falling raindrops
With all grace and beauty.
The lightning beckons her heart,
Thumping music streams,
Each drop ecstasy instils,
The gush of air delight fills;
Lost in her own paradise
She sways to her happiness
In complete zest and zeal.
She is neither in love
Nor does she dance to attract;
It is own spirit
That makes her feel divine.
If you ever want to dance,
Dance like a peahen.
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