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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