Monsoon Ruminations…

Pensive, I stand by the glass window

Catching the afternoon shower

The same way I used to, before;

Except, now, I cannot-

In fear of being tagged insane,

Open the window,

Let the water soak my face,

Let rain smash hard upon my shut eyes. 

Pensive, I stand by the glass window

Musing over the fate of the greenery

That lay before tall brick walls;

Cows and buffalos- not rain-intolerant

But over the years, learnt from men

That they had to run for shade in rain.

Pensive, I stand by the glass window

Watching a man and a woman

Run for cover,

Sharing an umbrella-

Which I bet they would have let go

Had I not been watching.