When it begins to rain and your mind begins to wander
Outside the window, does your heart stir at the sight of rain dripping off
the tips of the gulmohar trees?
Does a tear stop from pouring over every time the rain washes on your window?
Does the smell of the earth make you yearn for things you can’t see but only feel?
Does the mention of a name long forgotten stir up memories of some old favourite place where as children, friends would huddle together before rushing out in the relentless rain…