rain journal

" without flavor apples and onions
taste the same"
- ICSE Consise Biology

yes , it rained yesterday.
in the early hours of evening...
drop by drop
it happened.
it happened , as if
its sole purpose was
to act as an omen!

something had gone wrong ...
some colours did not blend!

yes , i must repeat
that the much awaited rain
happened.
the hungry street
dry with mediocrity
opened her jaws wide
and let the drops trickle
through edges of her lips.

it seemed as if the evening
was leaking somehow ...
like blackberry juice
like an experipental simulation
it rained.

almost an omen
an unforgiving mantra
and men with wet glasses
stared up
to face the sky
to face the long walls
injured with propaganda.

when dust metamorphosises
when dust is rechristened
when dust and rain refuse
to negotiate a compromise...

there is nothing much to be done
by the nymphomaniac streets
and men with wet glasses.