*this* Poem by Aparna Chatterjee

This
Weather
Has nothing
To give
Except
Rain,
Rain
And
More
Rain

Doesn't
Even
Know
That it
Causes us
So much
Pain

Or even if it
Knows, it's
Not bothered
About our pain
And gleefully
Enjoys being
Our shameless
Bane



(written after enduring some very bleak days of cold rain with no sight of sunshine)

I wrote this poem about 2 years ago. Not many of my poems get published the day they are written. I save my writing in various drafts and publish them as and when I get time.