Rain. Everywhere. You just need to look up.
Sometimes it finds you, amidst gupshup.
The rain has a voice too, chattering away.
Sometimes it drowns you out, on its day.
Often it's in the background, like the generator
Which kicks in when lights go out. What's more
Is that it demands attention, khichdi, pakodas
As we snuggle in again, excuse for samosas.
It may irritate, being housebound for a day
Brave knee deep water, only to find no way
To cross rain's dominion. Buildings are islands
Calling out for paper boats and magic wands
To hold our weight. Umbrellas, upside down
Would help us sail through the town.
Until then, our heads are bowed
As we wait till it's cowed.