The girl who loved rain
And its mesmerising beauty
Was left to spend the prime
Of her youth in the deserts….
The stage when
Life has its colours
Dreams attach wings
& emotions catch fire
It would have been beautiful
If there were cloudbursts too
To quench her passion &
To bring out the cadence in her..
She misses the moist breeze
Rainstorms & the murky envelope
The rhythm of the raindrops,
& the rock ‘n’ roll of the downpour
But accepts the sandstorms,
Hot zephyr & the barrenness around
Because its her life
& the times can never be got back
So she endures the drabness of the aura
Devoid of all bloom & charm
But preserves in her heart &mind
The faddish celerity of the naughty falls!!