Wait.
A big black cloud on a sunny day,
a gust of cold wind in the evening,
I watch the clouds and wait for her,
rains are when we want to be together.
Listen.
The raindrops falling on mango leaves,
her floating footsteps on the verandah,
Sparrows in the puddle taking bath,
Kids near the stream with paper boats.
Laugh.
The monsoon showers with tumultuous pomp,
hitting sideways on the window panes,
everyone in a rush to avoid the outpour,
The ones who get hit, soaked and tickled.
Quiet.
Day and night roll into each other,
watching and listening and getting drenched.
She stretches her arms and looks above,
I see her dance and colors of rainbow.