Statue immune to storm
while plants wither in silence
Her rusty stone heart bleeds
Statue immune to storm
while plants wither in silence
Her rusty stone heart bleeds
The queen of flowers
Unfolds her petals with a flourish
Open to the gentle warmth
Shying away from rain
She shivers from cold
Shrinking from winter
Also withering from summer
She seeks slight breeze
and longs for a mild sun
The early day is her chosen time
As the city is besieged by heavy downpour,
I refuse to stand beside the window
and fly through the stairs
to the site of action
and get drenched trying
to capture the chilly rain
I get momentary blinded
by the forceful showers
I beckon to the shivering birds
to delight in the water
before seeking the shelter
of their nests
A small drop fell down hesitantly
looking for acceptance
and the reaction was intense
as hot sand coiled together
The sea halted its waves for a second
to listen to the distant thunder
Busy passers stopped midway
only to send up a soft prayer
and a girl jumped up in glee
preparing to dance with the heavy rainfall
Child nurses sick bird
A boy sidesteps insects
Rain pours down
The parched land
The dried grass
And withered young leaves
Plead for a drop of rain
The thirsty bird looks up
And squeaks weakly
As the unwanted sun
Stares back, helpless
The flower’s upturned face
And open mouth
Long to taste
A drop of sweet water
The cold rain
Wakes the slumbering tree
And mighty birds flee
With noisy clamour
As people rush for shelter
Leaving tiny plants
To shiver the wrath of shower
The furious and unrelenting rain
Pours over every life, every structure
And withdraws in unexpected haste
Is it overcome by fatigue?
Or perhaps by sympathy?
As it waits for yet another day
To unleash its fury