A crashing sound,
the electrical transformer.
bursts with a noise.
As usual, power goes off
I sit in the dark
listening to thunder.
Another loud noise,
a branch of the Mango tree
falls down with a thud.
Before I could realize
a big arm of the Neem tree
breaks.
My Volkswagen bears the brunt,
The broken branch inches
a way off the bonnet.
It feels a brush, survives
the crash with little
damage.
I walk to the patio
the cane chairs
are in a tumble.
The cushions lie
soaked in water. The porch
is drenched.
All happened in
an hour, a chaos
as seen and felt.
My parched garden
devours as much
water as it can.
A revival I should
discover in a few days
one of rise in water table,
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