rain finally falls, pitter-patter, the heavens burst, splitter-splatter, it pours, drip-drop down, noisily, making itself known, and thunder growls, to tell me, 'I'm here!'.
It was a good rainy day in Mumbai today, the most awaited, the first of the season! =D
Why do the worms fiercely dig their way to the surface During rainstorms As though they're afraid to miss the spectacle? Don't they know they will end up drowning In pools of chilled sky-tears And get stomped by careless and hurried feet? Strewn across drenched brick and concrete walkways, Thousands, Yet each somehow alone in his own conquest. Drawn Like the moth to the flame And my eye to the sun.
