The rain knocks on my door
I bolt the door tight
A roar knocks on my windows
I act deaf and keep watching cricket.
For years, I welcomed the rain
But today I am a bit angry.
Why did the rain kill many?
I felt guilty being on the wrong side.
Are you trying to scare me with a thunder?
I refuse to fall for your tricks
I never thought of hating you
You flooded the huts to kill many.
Like a child, I kept the feud growing
Though the petrichor mesmerized me
I kept acting – was I a bad human?
Is the rain a savior or a killer?
My mind knew I loved the rain
But hated it when people died
And the rain was blamed
I only wanted it to be the best always!
Shalini Samuel
