***rain, Rain, Come Again Poem by Sathya Narayana

monsoon rains
at last after a long wait
power cut!

come rain
all our eyes glowing
drains over-flowing

come rain
in our town, where are roads
and where are pavements?

come rain
streets vacant, from homes
pakora smells.

come rain
our withered Tulsi stump
with new leaves

come rain
Rabi farmers are ready
for seeding
(Rabi means winter crops in India)

come rain
in leaky huts slum dwellers
with bowls.