And it rained...

The acquired
accent drawled
a lazy “Good
morning.”

The train
sprayed me
with where
it had been.

The rain whipped
some sense
into the children
hanging out
of the train.

Lech,
how much
will you stretch
your imagination.

Ruthless rain
turned the
left-wing newspaper
into pulp.

Slow motion
train drove
the commuters
insane.

The windows
did a jig
and the handles
tangoed
in this rocking
musical.

I went
for a swim
with the
whole of
Mumbai.

Drenched
to the bone,
I was quite
a sight;
fools
pitied
my plight.

Only, I
revelled
in this
long overdue
dip,
savouring
the rain
and biting
my lip.