When it rained

My childhood memories of the rainy months in India…


The fields would sway to the wind

the children in trains waving back.

The tides would get back their surf

the farmers too engrossed in work.

When the rains hit us days on

it made pools of watery slush.

The mud would entrance the kids

who would make pots with the clay.

The sun would peep in on the dew

so that the grass could retain the shine.

The grasshoppers would jump in joy

crickets playing the game of life.

The butterflies were very choosy

as to which flower they would sit.

This made it difficult for us to catch

by reading their minds in tiny heads.

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