My Mother Poem by chayamsu v r

on my way home
the dark sky
darted drops
and drenched me.
'an umbrella should've served you'
stormed at me was my own brother.
'you should've waited till it drained',
chirped my lovely sister.
'get a cold and you'll see',
gales of scolds that father flung
silenced all the thunders
so far heard.
amidst the curses and abuses
i found my mother drying my hair,
drenching me with cursing words:
'stupid rain'