Sometimes Rain…

Sometimes,
Rain is a pitter-patter song
Against the car window.
Sometimes,
Rain is a city turned into a sauna,
Sweat trickling from every armpit and brow.

Sometimes,
Rain is a tinge of sadness,
Longing to be with a special someone.
Sometimes,
Rain is that music,
Flowing from the heart as a sonorous song.

Sometimes,
Rain is a constant croaking of frogs,
A chapter from the days of childhood.
Sometimes,
Rain is that splash from a passing car,
Drenching one from head to foot.

Sometimes,
Rain is that submerged slum,
The floating school books of the poor boy.
Sometimes,
Rain is a beautiful dream,
Of a shared umbrella with one pretty and coy.

The rain-drenched city
Doesn’t have time to sail paper boats anymore.
Washed and cleansed,
The city’s beauty
Is reflected off puddles on the road.

#Hues of Life : A Collection of Poems

Author: gdutta17

Born in the year 1968, my childhood was spent amidst the beautiful scenic landscape of a small town in India, Ranchi. Though an engineer by qualification, reading, writing and cooking are my passions. Another thing that I am passionate about is my country, India. As they say, a lifetime is probably not enough to explore the whole of India. Currently based in Kolkata, I can be reached at gdutta17@gmail.com.

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