The Rain Ballad

By Apoorva Bajpai

After a long, long time,

I sat admiring the rain for an hour or two.

With a sweet, sweet melody from a guitar strumming

and a piano playing in the distance

as perfect background score,

I just watched the raindrops

splish and splash on the concrete floor

and occasionally grazing my cheeks,

collectively dancing to the set choreographed by the wind

with numerous trees gently swaying to the beats

just being the best background dancers,

intermittently subjected to the enthusiastic applause of their denizens.

I sat admiring the rain for an hour or two.

I imagined swaying with the rain for an hour or two.

By Apoorva Bajpai