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