Rain Showers

I had to fumble around for a fresh piece of paper to write this
To write about the first rain of the monsoon in Chennai











The ever parched earth which took the 43 degrees and beyond,
Devoured the sweet drops from heaven
The smell of the rain slicked mud was divine,
and the dry leaves shed from their abode
To leave behind the green shiny ones

The rumble of the thunder didn’t hurt my ears,
As it promised me more rain

I opened all my windows, which usually brought only pollution, screeching sounds and dirt,
I watched the little drops that stuck to the electric lines and the crows that got their first bath after days…
And also the the happiness of little kids when they splashed their legs in the slushy water
Much to the disapproval of their mothers

The trees waved happily, so did my unkempt hair
The light breeze tickled my body, and I felt refreshed…

My solitary happiness knew no bounds
The few drops of rain washed away some unwanted memories ‘n’thoughts
I sat by the window, watching the gift from heavens
The rain that the city and I wanted badly…