Waterfall From Heaven Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

The heavens opened up two days back
In a continuous tap tap tap all around
A great brown puddle, the city appears
Running water spreading wider and wider
To make it appear as a river
With islands of homes and shops

Holidays for schools and colleges
State government offices
Tea and hot crispy snacks
The flavors of the day
Gossip around dining tables
Old film songs on rain dances

It is monsoon, folks
The great Indian festival
Of harvests, floods, waterlogging
Umbrellas, raincoats, drenched children
Inflated boats in city centers
And passing the buck

Mother earth enjoying
Her season of cleaning!