Class dismissed
Day plans for the morrow
Beckoned and working through
I noticed the light dim
Behind trees
Of our Cdwd forest
Baarish! My heart leapt
And I came back to the moment
It's not Baarish, silly
It's not the Monsoon
This is Markham not
Mumbai
And I smiled, sighed
That I have two
Homes now
And I belong in both
With fierce unapologetic
Undiluted, love
the grey sky shone
With blessings
And my rain-drenched
bifurcated self
walks home hood off,
face held up to the sky
raindrops
fall softly on my soul
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