This morning
the rain came in a shower
hitting the roof with heavy thuds;
yet my baby deep in her slumber
smiled and lost in a world of her own.
The sound of the rain,
a comforting strain,
like a blanket nestled my baby
such that for a while all was lost in its embrace…
Outside
in the garden,
the poppy like flowers of white and yellow
decided a day’s rest from their blooming
to welcome the rain
and to sway in the wind…
Of the two Kelat Paya that flanked the swing,
one in a mantle of green,
the other in patches of reddish brown tinge.
Like masts of ships braving a storm
searching for the distant shore
and calling out, “Land Ahoy!”
Across the road yonder
to the neighbor’s place,
the wife was tending to the rabbits in a cage;
a familiar scene of every morning
and today, the rain having a say
in the affairs of the day
decided to send gusts of wind to the cage
and sending the creatures scrambling to a corner safe
The taxi man came
with a sullen grin
and a muffled greeting,
And in the rain
we made our way,
and in silence
we nursed our hopes for the day
There’s many a story to tell
of mornings that have passed,
yet today was special
for it had not rained for a while
And as I pen this poem,
I am reminded of
the morning rains of years ago
in a tiny village where I grew
and the same magical spell!
7-5-2003
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