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
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