This verse is about expressing yourself. The poetess has made beautiful use of personification where she speaks with the breeze that flows around.
Humans avoid expressing themselves as much as the breeze, lightning and other natural elements are willing to express themselves. When the sky gets choked up by clouds, the lightning comes to the rescue. She communicates with the dark clouds in a way that they shed tears in the form of rain. The poets tries to speak with the rain, however, it just says, let me speak for the drops falling on the earth’s face will produce the scent – petrichor!

बोलले जेव्हा हवेशी बोल मी काही
बोलली तीही खुलोनी गुजगोष्ट बाई
बोलले मी माणसांशी कैकवेळा
माणसे पण बोलण्याचे टाळताती
मौन झाले आभाळ जेव्हा दाटुनी ढग
वीज आली बोलण्यास्तव काळ्या ढगांशी
कोसळे पाऊस जेव्हा बांध फुटुनी
बोलले मी स्फुंदणाऱ्या पावसाशी
पावसाची धार म्हणते वाचाळ मनुजा
बोलूद्या मज दरवळाया धूळ माती