Floods

Have you ever yearned for rain!
Oh this draught, this dry weather is killing.
Some relief is overdue.

And when it rains, incessantly 
Like someone mourning a loss
We wonder, when would it stop.
Oh! Why wouldn’t it?

The flash floods it caused!

Granted

I had yearned someday
Away from crowd
The noise, blasting horns

Away from the sweltering heat
The makeshift hell
The stillness hanging in the air

I had yearned a starry night
An open air
Company

And here I land
In a cold vale
Pouring, cleansing me!