The Mumbai Rain

It comes like happiness

Uninvited and unexpected

You forget your miseries

Instantly

For quite a while

You adore the overwhelming fragrance,

of the water

embracing the thirsty earth

Much alike the aroma of the dewdrops

Settling on the petals of nimble, blooming daisies

The droplets in air

scatter light all around

A rainbow is born

It is an amusing sight to the eyes

My heart and soul,

fuse together

Once ravaged,

and forlorn

They become one

It is an elusive woman actually

Comes unannounced

But nowhere to be found,

when sought

It is mysterious and cunning

And yet,

is enigmatic

and irresistable

Such is

‘The Mumbai Rain’