The Bitter Taste of Rain
Rain comes running across the plain
Like school kids let loose four
Laughing, jostling rushing to where
I stand amused, enthused.
Rain is a memory of wet uniforms
Umbrellas lifted in the wind
The kiss of spray on the hair
Mud bath beneath your feet.
Rain has smell of falken leaves
Fragrances of sprouting seeds
It tastes like tender coconut milk
Ginger and jaggery tea.
Rain has a rhythm of thunder claps
The tendor of roaring sea.
It's dance is like the peacock
dance
Resplendent rainbow streams.
Rain is a pain of needle prick
Salt of blood and tears
Smell of sterilised loneliness
Music of ambulance screams.
Rain is fossilised memory
In the grant canyon of the mind
Raving forms by receeding time
Blurring the shape of space.
Ms. Rimshana, Assistant Professor of English, Al Shifa College of Arts and Science, Kizhattoor, Perinthalmanna
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