Fake Rain! Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

There I was standing,
I could fill the water, endlessly falling,
On my head, shoulders, everywhere,
I felt good and got myself wet further.

Even if the drops were so thick,
I wasn't bothered if my carelessness would make me sick,
And I didn't decide to move away,
Just thought- come whatever may.

The load-shedding peeked, I had to stop my shower bath,
And impatiently started looking for the right path.