Slow soft drizzle of first showers,
As the water slides down the towers.
Kids on the street rejoice in rain,
For some, the raindrops help hide the tears of pain.
A couple walks hand in hand, recreating a romantic scene
Someone sits by the window, wondering what could have been.
Some enjoy the fresh smell of petrichor
Some sigh and worry how this will hamper their chores.
Some go for a drive to feel the wind on their face
Some push through crowded platforms, with an umbrella that has seen better days.
Some enjoy the lighting as the skies get dark
Others wonder, next day how to get to work?
Indifferent to them all, the raindrops continue to fall
For nature doesn’t distinguish amongst them all.
(C) Sneha Pathak