It is 6 am and what I hear is music,
I open the windows and like what I see,
Rather, what little of the garden,
Covered by hope of a rainy day.
I can already imagine the school fields flooded,
The district magistrate scurrying to announce a holiday,
The joy of staying home is sheer,
The body rushes out with a mind in a cheer.
The crashing sound of water on the concrete,
The drains are clogged with the onslaught,
Stopping the downpour in its path
Interrupting nature in its journey to Earth.
Water in its purest form has come to my rescue,
But I have to feign disappointment,
I love to take tests, especially the one today,
I was fully prepared, damn this rain!
But in the very depths of my brain and heart,
I can measure the rate of the rain,
The volume of raindrops per square feet,
Lynching the surface when they meet.
Not a hole in the sky, what a sight!
The Sun is taking a break, so why can’t I?
The decibel levels are consistent,
6:30 is the cutoff, please be persistent!
The air has thickened, the mind widened,
The heat has fled, the skin reprieved,
The songs have been let loose,
Shall I call the school or just assume?
All good things are culminating,
So are the dark army of moisture,
Laden with not just life, but also hope,
The sight of the school gate, closed.
Wait! Did the sound lessen?
Of The chit chat of the drops with the pebbles
Why is the drain water slowing down,
The waterfall at par with Niagara’s treble.
The sight has changed in just a few minutes,
The leaves of the banana tree are now still,
So is the hope in my heart and mind,
The output vanishes of the rain mill.
The phone rings and I rush to it,
It is my friend, who is just like me,
“Hey, I called up the school and it is closed today”
“The Principal has announced today as a rainy day”
The orchestra in my mind starts playing,
The birds locked up until now fly out,
The rain can stop now is the wish
So that I can play cricket on a moisture laden pitch.
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