No more crying in the rain
No more crying in the rain—Siddharth Almeida
Along the joggers path I trudged,
A prey of the social jungle.
Waiting for the dark clouds looming,
Waiting for their downpour.
Crying in the rain you know,
Makes crying incognito.
Long last I felt it.
A trickle and a tease.
I looked heavenwards,
“Not this time “the rain said
“ Come laugh with me”.
The trees nodded ,
As if in affirmation.
All lush and voluptuous.
Nature’s aphrodisiac had them,
Pregnant with bounty and hope.
The earthy fragrance spreading cheer,
The cuckoo’s throaty song.
The animals huddling for shelter
But relieved !
No more parched tongues.
Not to be outdone by nature,
The concrete too sits up and stares,
At the children splashing, at the young couples romance.
The newspapers screaming of plenty ,
The farmer flashing his broadest smile.
Don’t play party pooper warns the rain
In this revelry so fine!
The salty tears on my face succumbing to
The stream of fresh clean water,
Cleansing , soothing, relaxing.
No more crying in the rain for me,
Next time only a beautiful smile.
