FIRST RAIN IN MUMBAI
A drizzle to invoke the wet smell of earth,
A downpour to drive away the blistering heat,
A bolt of lightning to awaken our senses,
It has one name but many ends does it meet.
The parched earth welcomes it after a long summer,
The sun seeks solace in its gathering clouds,
A thundering voice shatters the sultry calm,
The rains have broken through celestial shrouds.
We are back again to days of wading through muck,
Getting drenched, missed trains, a litany of woes,
But it is the king of seasons, the best of the worst
A celebration of life, as every Mumbaikar knows.
POET: Nirmala Chaterjee