The Boy Who’ll Always Run in the Rain

The heaven exploded

As the earth imploded

Showering the world below

Quenching the parched earth

Respite from summer’s heat

The thunder roared in response 

To the cries of the world below

And the lightening flashed a smile

Lighting up the night sky

And the rain powered down

To a grateful earth 

Beads of sweat replaced by 

Droplets of rain

Time to soak in the pouring rain

Rather than being soaked 

In your own sweat

Gone would be the pungent smell

Of the mangroves drying in the heat

And in its place a sweet smell of wet mud

Time to put away that cooling lemonade

Time for some chai-pakoda

To curl with a book, 

as the rain poured outside

Finally a respite from summer’s heat

To a world that would have burst in flames

If it had to faced more heat

So the next morn

As soon as I opened my door

I am greeted by an air 

That feels several degrees cooler

Than yesterday’s morn

And the smell of wet mud

Fills a grateful nostrils

So as I begin my morning run

I take to a wet street

That’s been washed clean

From last evening downpour 

The tree too seemed to

Have shed off some of it’s dead weight

And the leaves have been washed clean

Of the dirt and grime 

Accumulated through summer

And now look bright and shiny and green

The streets are lined with 

Fallen branches, leaves and flowers

Puddles have appeared on the street

You trying hopelessly dodge them

Finally giving up, you run through it

With a splish and a splash

The child in you takes over

And you run with glee

As the rising sun

Dries off the wet earth 

You say a silent pray of thanks

For the respite from the heat

Hoping it continues to rain

Cooling off the heated earth

Otherwise it would be 

Hot and humid all over

If the rains decide to play truant

So with this hope in your heart

And spring in your feet

You’ll be the boy 

Who’ll always run in the rain