The summer afternoon bliss
The scorching sun and hot wind
On the rooftop, a bunch of us sat
Playing cards and flying kites.
The norwesters made us dash indoors,
But just at the threshold, I looked back.
It so happened that a few houses away
She stood arms stretched, hair undone
Welcoming the rain with open arms.
And the storm she surged in me that day
It is yet to die down.
~ Suranya