The rain and him..

The rain and him..

First showers of monsoon,

And he comes too,

Both are here,

As they have always been..

But the surprise and joy for me,

As has never been..

Miraculous, is it,

As the flowers are prettier,

And the greens brighter,

As I drive down the moist road,

I feel pink and lighter,

Rolling down the grey street,

Like a bougainvillea flower..

Tiny Rain-tree leaves,

Shower over me,

Magical, is it,

Like in a movie..

Strange, the traffic lights seem so lovable,

And I want to go slow, slow and slow ...

Is it the rain or him,

I still don’t know..