TALES OF THE RAIN

Pouring rain

Sweeping breeze,

Drenched leaves

Stoned trees...

Polyethene  wrapped heads

Clogged muddy roads,

Vets sneaking into their sheds

And, the wipers at their best...

For some it is the monsoon blues

For some it is the let go mood,

For some it is the relaxing time

And for some it is the introspecting view...

It is the same shower for all

The same gushing wind that calls,

But how we differ in response

It is the personal choice we announce...

And then follows the abrupt silence of the seizing drops

The shimmering dew drops,

The warmth of the invading sun

And the chirpy voices that were shun...

It appears as if somewhere a thirst was quenched

And somewhere it was flooded,

While somewhere it was just apt

Whereas somewhere it never really made any difference...