I hate it
When the breeze is pregnant with rain
My nostrils taking in
The maddening petrichor
And suddenly my head
Which I always hold high
Needs to rest on someone’s shoulders.
Monsoons get you drunk
Even the dry ones
Where you spend hours thinking about the rain
Complaining about the humid stifling
And even a slight shower of rain
Can make your mind long for a dance.
Do the water drops in the downpour
Attract my tears?
A cohesive force?
I still don’t know
How the raindrops streaming down the window pane
Bring teardrops to my eyes.
Raindrops stream down the barren land of skin.
The nature outside invokes the nature inside me
The stream flows
To where
To whom
Who knows.
I hate it
When nature sings her sad song
And dances to its spitter spatter beats
And all I can be
Is a needy little fool.
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