The mighty rain

The ambience of the cloudy misty evening, 

is so soothing than ever....

I enjoyed each moment ,walking on the road ...

with the trees waving gently at me.

As I watched the calm grey clouds,

they gave me a mischievous smile...

And, that was the 'starting pistol' of their 

 tremendous game...

All of a sudden,from nowhere...

the heavy rain started thumping on the earth...

One..Two..Three 

I opened my umbrella.

I thought I knew their game...

But then, the wind blew a gentle whistle....

Soon my umbrella ,

was the rope of their game.

The wind strongly pulls my umbrella upwards,

And I vigorously pull it down...

Up and down.... Up and down...

The tug of war continues 

and finally someone gives in....

Splitter, Splatter..... they fall on the ground...

 They jump on the vehicles passing by,

and dive on the people walking by.

The rain cheers,and the brother wind plays the game.....

He chants 

'Kabbadi...Kabbadi.. Kabbadi, rushing towards the verandah....

And down falls the plant pots....

The programmes carry on,

and we keep watching by 

Always as their great audience.....