The night is getting dark and dreary…
The winds are picking speed…
The Gods are angry…
The Greeks would say.
Almighty has blessed us…
My city would say!
For some
…the rain means curling up with a beloved…
For some it holds a tryst with a mistress…
And for some it means a roof top with friends.
For some it means the open road…
And for some it means tea-time!
For others it means a thousand lost dreams…
And for some it means a trickling ceiling.
I might as well tell you what it means to me.
The commotion…
The wet streets…
The beating drums of paradise…
The numberless dancing drops…
Of this relentless rain…
Mean nothing!
To me it holds no prospect!
The cadence of its pearls does not invite me.
The fragrance rising from beneath my feet does not entice me.
My city’s celebration is just noise.
The salt ‘n’ pepper sky is distasteful;
And the lovers out on the patio are revolting.
I don’t see the rain healing my wounds.
Or exchanging my woes!
I don’t feel the raindrops unwinding my soul.
Or washing away my sorrows!
And the thunder is just nature’s drama!
The notions of love and longing
Do not bind this tale…
All I see…
Are flesh and blood monsters…
Hiding behind my windowpane…
And concealed within the raindrops…
Are their tainted motives!
So, break away…
And look past the charm…
The petrichor has held you in a trance for so long!
The silver streaks…
The roaring crescendo…
This art of rain…
Is just the Almighty recycling water!
