Manna

Rain runs in the meadows

Outside the suburbs of Mumbai

Excited, thrilled---

Like the dark-complexioned kids

In shorts only

Bare feet

Connect with the wet earth

Faces fanned by strong winds

The children

Scream

Play

In the mud

Green, tender grass

And the brown puddles;

Their farmer parents

Beam at the drenched scene,

Unlike their stiff urban counterparts

Afraid of the cold water

Pouring from the heavens.