It seems ages since last I was wet,
Drenched in downpour, but didn’t fret.
Of late have I seen the azures turn blue,
Pacing my pulses, the rain has the clue.
Plush green patch in the house beckoned,
Kids; my brother and I waited no second.
Hopped in glee, Ma’s call we again vouched;
Sipped tea, glared a pearl on the leaf that couched.
Years ahead the clouds killed the sun,
Shutting schools giving us an elated run.
Pedalling knee deep streets we set our hair,
Sans raincoats, saving the books was fair.
Splashed water with folks, bikes we zoomed on
Laughed out in ecstasy, the waft that we’d don.
Living the moment, a coffee was all we mumbled,
As clenching ‘em, I ducked rain, and trembled.
Drop drop drop it has been drizzling down,
With each drop vanished a degree of my frown?
Quiet I sat with friends at the revelling lake,
Cool air and the clouds - all for my calmer sake?
Green glace and the fresh breathe,
Even springing on the puddled street.
For souls who disappeared midway,
Has turned damp, marshy and astray.
Yet again has a drop touched the ground,
Yet again have the clouds dark, taken a bound.
I gaze at them as hollow my insides
Turn heavy when the thunder rides.
A flash of light in the black sky
Tears me open sapping my spirit dry.
A flash that brought the rain of the past
I saw what monsoon did to me last
Its been raining, and has rained thence,
And every drop, worthy a plenty pence.
If not out in the greens or on the usual set
If not in the rain, but within, I am wet.
They say it hasn’t rained such in thirty years,
Perhaps it’s just that I’ve added a few tears.
It seems ages since last I was wet,
But it seems ages since, within I am wet.
