Storm

The summer afternoon bliss

The scorching sun and hot wind 

On the rooftop, a bunch of us sat 

Playing cards and flying kites.

The nor'westers 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

Is yet to die down. 

© Suranya