The South Westerlies
become active, rains
pour steadily,
every night
Cadential in their pour
similar to the beats
of the Rupaka tala.,
I presume,.
Thakita , Thakita
Thakita, raps
the rain as it falls
in rhythm.
Listening to them
in awe, I start working
on the beats not
one hits wrong.
Fits to the set period,
so well crafted,
the rain continues.
unabated.
It is like a play
by a mirdangist
a solo performance,
in earnest,
I stayed awake till
2 in the night,
my bed pulled
near to the window,
humming a song
set to Rupaka tala.
I recline, rain gradually
wanes. slumber slowly
overwhelms.,
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