The Rains of Mumbai

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The stifling sweaty summer

Gave way to cold winds

As soon as the first drops of rains

Hit the soil.

The smell of wet earth,

The pitter-patter of drops,

The occasionally thunder

And the flash of lightning.

The power-cuts,

And the pot hole filled roads-

The late trains,

And the traffic jams.

Nothing says home

Like the rains of Mumbai.

But this rainy season, Mumbai is down-

Plagued by disease and grief unbound.

Everyone who’s at home is-

Praying for those that have to be out and about.

This rainy season, Mumbaikars will miss the train rides-

The getting wet at the door and windows,

And the nuisance of umbrellas in coach.

We’ll miss the bumpy ride of the roads,

The coffee colored water splashing in holes.