The clouds gently glided,
As tender leaves dripped;
Ruffled wet crows shook,
Mynas crooned transfixed.
A pigeon hopped my balcony-
Over the railing dripping wet;
Streaks of soft lightning tinted-
Leaves in varied green shades.
The sky again turned all grey,
Fresh clouds floated, a haze;
Then came a torrent of rain,
In the breeze leaves regaled.
I took in all the varied sights,
Yet not a drop of rain have I felt.
I’m shielded well from the damp,
On my senses a canvas I draped.
As early tomorrow I’ll go away,
This rain I won’t long see again;
As a fresh life cajoles me now,
So a different rain I must crave.
PS: Just wrote this on the balcony of my mother’s house in Calcutta, and in conclusion was the sight of this rainbow in the picture above…that I’m viewing even as I post this 🙂
Shuvashree Chowdhury 