When you miss a thing
A strange grey unrest creeps into you
I too had missed something -a great rain experience!
It dawned to me with yesterday's rain-
It taught me my love for it was shallow.
Having always prided myself as a rain lover,
yesterday I learned otherwise.
Torrential rains of kerala,showering rains of Tamilnadu
Banging Gujarat rains- have all brought me glee,
I always thought I loved them dearly till yesterday-
The day when I was proven wrong.
Monsoon knocked on my balcony door,
Beckoning me to sit with a cuppa
And show my face to lashing showers.
Watching from the height of my flat,
A few blocks away on the terrace of a house -
Out came a young lass with a toddler in her hand,
She taught me what love for rain is all about ,
Both the mother and the child started their rain dance,
Both with outstretched hands going round and round
Blissfully unaware of my stupid gaze.
Loving is also trusting I learned ,
Having always kept my kids from getting drenched
How can I pride myself as a rain lover?
Having lost a lifetime experience of dancing in the rain with my kids,
I turned back to my bitter cup of tea.