Caught in a Shower

You fluttered like a home-bound bird

who had lost its way,

when the hurricane raised a wall of dust,

driving the dead leaves to nowhere.

The morose sky had lost its fairness, it

just hung there purposelessly

with a flustered countenance

allowing the lightning flashes and the

thunder prophesying of a storm.

But you already had your backpack heavy

on your shoulders

and your routine newspaper bought

to while away the time

of one hour.

The rain came

straight out of a summer's hard day,

revengeful, for not being invited

and you ran pulling up your salwar

which had already gathered the dirt squirted

from the ground,

as the rain lashed the busy city,

The rain had a madness,

a fragrance of it own,

You sat wet, unkempt, gathered into a crumpled heap

in that commotion and

you heard a voice, a dummy voice

because nobody existed inside you

except you frenzied self,

You sat there and shivered,

as the cold wind hit .

You looked at the people, wiping their faces

and drying the hair, talking loudly and moving up and

down inside the compartment,

An incoherent happiness hugged your being

like a strong orgasm,

rising from the depth of the soul.