Rain falls unperturbed,
batters,
a dry cracked earth;
The static noise,
of shattering droplets,
accompanies the petrichor dirt;
This stormy day,
a greyish sky,
blankets the horizon afar;
Monsoon has dawned,
in summer’s gloom,
to wash away my scars;
A year gone by,
in the blink of an eye,
through days both hot and cold;
These monsoon waves,
now keep me calm,
as I watch my story unfold;
Beneath the stormy sky,
are my past, my future
and I.
And a cup of tea.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar