With the drumming sound, I opened the eyelids;Saw the wipers waving at the glass;
On the opposite side, the vehicles were lined up;
Training the lights and the fleet of the taxis repassed.
The temperature inside the cab dropped too low;
Adjusted the posture and sneaked out of the window.
Everything was wet and the road appeared cleaner;
Bushes and trees were washed off and looked greener.
Pattering and lashing at the window pane,
Tapping on the leaves, pelting at the parapet.
Few adorable moppets had circled around the puddle,
Splashing the water and making the ring of ripples.
On the roadside, people have gathered,
Looking for the shelter and covering themselves,
Ducking their head and were trying to scutter.
Talking and giggling, a group of lasses,
Walking hastily and the plashes.
As we moved further, the water was rushing and roaring on the road,
Hoardings were beaming and streets lights were on.
Low visibility made the drive harder,
Slow moving traffic, and it had become darker.
I love the sound and the smell.
Yes, it is the rain and my love for it, is endless.
