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
