The Fine Rainy Evening
Down and dusty, roadside stop
Overcast skies, dull and gray
Fading light reverberates
The honk of a car, the croak of a frog.
Ominous signs, there were none
Whoozing vehicles and roadside puddles
Lights kicked in, with pleasant surprise
Drops on the ground, ripples in the water.
Soft sounds, pitter and patter
Whish and whoosh, mutter and clutter
Running people and scooting men,
Among them stood one, right then.
Moved by the rain, observing closely
Gathering courage, blue macintosh and all
Puts her hand outside the shelter
Feels battering drops, as night gathers
Stands out arms extended
Face upwards, reflecting serenity
Runs away, into the pouring scenery
Slowly disappearing from view, one knows not where.
-Shubham Chattopadhyay
Down and dusty, roadside stop
Overcast skies, dull and gray
Fading light reverberates
The honk of a car, the croak of a frog.
Ominous signs, there were none
Whoozing vehicles and roadside puddles
Lights kicked in, with pleasant surprise
Drops on the ground, ripples in the water.
Soft sounds, pitter and patter
Whish and whoosh, mutter and clutter
Running people and scooting men,
Among them stood one, right then.
Moved by the rain, observing closely
Gathering courage, blue macintosh and all
Puts her hand outside the shelter
Feels battering drops, as night gathers
Stands out arms extended
Face upwards, reflecting serenity
Runs away, into the pouring scenery
Slowly disappearing from view, one knows not where.
-Shubham Chattopadhyay
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