A mild drizzle, sprinkle drops,
forecasting, dark clouds overhead,
I rushed, taking out my bike,
trying to outrun, incoming rainfall.
Don't rain...
I prayed to divine powers,
to delay the inevitable showers,
till I reach, arrive at destination,
with dry cloths and footwear.
I picked up the pace,
hearing rumble of distant thunder,
navigating through the traffic,
cursing the slower vehicles.
I could smell the moisture,
a hint of pleasant petrichor,
but my mind is occupied,
in covering distance to my home.
A sudden flash, followed by roar,
I got caught, in a downpour,
drenched from head to toe,
not enough time to wear raincoat!
I found refuge under makeshift shed,
watching the relentless sheet of gray,
soaked to the bone, shivering in the chill,
as puddles formed, trees sway violently.
Don't rain...
I whispered one last time,
then admired this monsoon surprise,
as nature itself comes alive,
when sky and earth entwined.
Who am I to stop this union,
for my own convenience!