Rain verses

It's monsoon here in India, and there's a whole variety of rain- drizzling, pattering, ramming, sprinkling, pouring, playing the fool, ... 

Here's some impromptu verse influenced by that glorious falling of water from the heavens: 

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Curtains of rain
glide over
wandering thoughts
hemming them in
then cauterizing
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The drip of rain
falling steadily
on my nerves
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Blue sky peeping upon
A rainwashed verdant world
And the same old me.
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When raindrops become spears
and slam into the ground
Is it old enmity
or several lifetimes of loving
Does even the rain know?
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Frenzied torrents
bombard rock
and petal

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Rain soaked Babhul 
sheds a million glittering diamonds
Naughty breeze
~

* Babhul is a tree with tiny tertiary leaves

The Poem

I crafted a poem

with the gleam of a pearl

the salty tang of a teardrop

its length the wisp of hair

tucked behind an earshell.

Some only said-

This is too short.

   ~

'Alku's

Gleaming white
silk ribbon
cavorts in the air


(anyone who has seen the Paradise Flycatcher male would know this..)

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People hanging on
to a door bus
bunch of grapes
(An overcrowded public transport bus in India with people clutching on to the door sides, hanging outside the moving bus!)

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