Prelude To Rain Poem by Ajit Das

Daybreak: monsoon clouds thicken, sail across the sky,
darkening its blue expanse, blotting out the eastern glow.
Hushed silence; a sudden boom, and rain comes down,
pattering against the window pane; I throw it open.

A mild shower slowly turning into a steady downpour,
breeze laden with sodden smell of earth wafting in,
a freshness blowing away torments of summer days
conjure up pictures of rain sowing seeds of hope.

Across the road a footpath dweller in deep slumber
opens his half-asleep eyes from the sunken sockets,
as rain drops fall on the unshaven face, tattered dress;
rain brings to him no respite, only despair for a shelter.