Yet Another Shower Poem by Mandira Mitra

To warm urgent winds
Stroking insane minds
Thunder and rumbling in sky
And ocean, come rain.
To grimy Krishnachura, Sal, Sundari
Banyan, all but choked in vain
Come rain.
To broken-wing linnet
Limping mongrel cowering in pain
To ants queued up back to front with grain
Come rain.
To throbbing city streets
In startling sheets
Entreating oblivion
Come rain.
To Ivy, Honeysuckle, Red dead nettle
Azalea, Great mullein, come rain.
To fields, cornstalk, hay, scythe, sugarcane
Cattle bound by wild hawthorn terrain
Come rain.
To mouths pressed in solitude
Against dripping window pane
Come rain.
To bodies showered shaken rising
Raising toasts, sinking back again
Come rain.