I like the town on rainy nights.
When the air is seasoned with glitter and spice
And the roads are greeted with upside-down lights
When puddles and pools are born to life
Creating ripples through music and time.
Fighting the battle is the tar and the rain
Releasing into the air, freshness, and change
Rocks and Garbage swept into the drain
Is this the savior we’ve been looking for? Strange.
Scores of people converge under tinned sheets
As the sky sends its love to the ground beneath.
Dripping wet, are two boys on the street
One looking ecstatic and the other, in defeat.
How little do they know,
That they’re on two ends of the circular string
One, at the start
And the other, at the end.
It’s a funny thing how rain brings out all the little secrets we’ve been hiding
Tears that camouflage in the chaos of the rain
Words that speak in the silence of the rain
For I am the rain that is gently patting your rooftop
Pitter Patter, Pitter Patter
I trickle down and glide across.
This poem came at a time when Bangalore was going through one of the worst rainfall storms in 2022. I sat in my balcony studio watching the rain crash into the window sills for hours until I decided that I want to capture this moment and keep it with me.
Ever since I was young, I always experienced a sort of high when it started raining. My thoughts would clear and my mind would feel lighter. It was magic potion cleansing both our lands and our hearts. So I thought of brushing the poetry skills that I was once so proud of to do justice to all the little things I like when it rains.
Hope you liked this short poem. You can head to my blog page if you want to read anything about personal development or self-help.
I’ve also read this poem in one of my bonus episodes in the podcast. Trust me, it’s so soothing to listen to a poem if it is read the right way. And I’m definitely learning how to. You can help yourself to that episode by clicking on this link.
