Swaying in a blur of drops
With hair clinging on to my brows
And the street whistling in pebbled vows
The last of a dying season,
Holds me close , akin to a broken lover.

Much of the jolly good showers
Were exhausted in a catharsis of firsts
We spun till our hearts were drenched
Palms cold in reverence to a summer lost.
Banyan leaves that drooped like water beds
And a fierce grey sky of relentless love.

My palms shrivelled,my fingers withered
The banyan bowed down in a brutal fit
of lightning rage,
I shook the water from off its branches
Because I thirsted for all of the rains
But I'm dancing on a dry street
At peace with my ephemeral pursuits
Watching the seasons change.