First rains of the year
You wake up in the morning to a world that's covered by a curtain of silver. The downpour washes off the grime and adds the much needed coat of green to the world. Animals rejoice, they splash in the puddles, children jump through puddles while alighting from their school buses, commuters run through the building downpour trying to protect their belongings. Someone, sloshes through puddles and muddy water collected on the fringes of the road. he bends down, picks up the shivering puppy and cradles it between his hands. tea beckons and he responds. The idols in the roadside shrines gleam in all their glory, beckoning believers. what was it that i was thinking last night walking through those streets? does it really matter now? it never did. it only matters when you decide it to be. you purse up your lips at the answer and move on. just another day at the office. Bus? no. lets walk. lets put on those huge boots you bought so lovingly from russell market, lets tie those mile long lace