The skies opened up
not pitter patter,
nor slow-burn romance
the hell & spitfire kind
real rain
&
i was caught in the middle
For two seconds i
consider
the thatched bus stop
people huddle there
irate unmoved unaffected
watch while wait
no.
i walk on
It made friends of
two fruit vendors
selling papayas.
Now under one umbrella
they forget to compete
enjoy each-others
collective warmth
Uneven roads turn even
old cars shine anew
grounds turn green
cricket ball skids through
people in the rain
we glow
laugh & gurgle
like
new born kids.
There are sights
that are unusual
lady drenched
yet stands like stone
under a tree.
A dog in chain
held back
from
running in the rain
Suddenly it ended
like the heavens
said
continue your walk
I will be back
To show you
things in a light
you don’t see
otherwise.
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