If I was a season, I would be monsoon, I would pour upon you in waves, flooding every cornice, flickering big fat raindrops All through the night. You would wake in the morning to water-logged streets paper boats, dirty slippers, ilish and khichuri for lunch. Yes, if I was a season, I would be monsoon…

It rains

It rain it rains it rains On my mind from the skies  It rains. Crocheted into the day Slyly into the night  It rains. Droplets of joy  Drops of indignation  It rains Nothing dries I wipe the tear soaked face Hug the dog his fur is damp Still, it rains.