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The Play Of Rain

Rain plays hide and seek.

NHang-dryot knowing when the rains would come
hung the clothes to dry in the sun shine
As had no work went to sleep in the bedroom
I slept like a log and the time was nine.

I got up after I heard the calling bell.
Drawing the curtains found to my dismay
that it had been raining like hell.
I ran towards the yard in an array..

The clothes were soaked in water.
Took them and placed them in the dryer.
After wrenching every drop of water
hung them once again in the open yard near the foyer.

The sun had come out fully and shining.
As there was no sign of rain anymore
went out with my friend who had come calling.
Spent some time with her in a shop called Baltimore

Spending a few hours with her made my way home.
Lo! the rain clouds were again gathering fast
chiding myself I hurried back home
hoping to reach home before the rains start

I had been a few minutes late and the rains had come.
This time it was a thrash and a torrence.
My clothes were once again drenched wholesome
forcing me again to carry the work in all reverence.

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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