Rainy Weekend

The rain has finally ceased, its symphony now gone,

And I step out to witness the aftermath of the storm.

The streets are damp and glistening, with puddles reflecting light,

And the leaves of the drenched trees, sparkle with new-found might.

The air is cool and crisp, with a fragrance of earth and rain,

And the city that was once dreary, now appears all new again.

I walk down the familiar paths, that are now transformed in their guise,

As if, the rain has washed away, all the city’s laments and cries.

The vendors have resumed their posts, as people start to emerge,

The sound of their chatter and bustle, seem to be a happy surge.

I take a deep breath, to relish the freshness that the rain has brought,

And the feeling of contentment, that’s been planted in my thought.

As I traverse my way, my footsteps leave a trail behind,

And the music of the squish and splash, is music to my mind.

The world seems to be alive, with colours so vibrant and bright,

As if the city is reveling, in its own newfound light.

So let us embrace the aftermath of the rain in Kolkata,

And venture out to witness, the city’s new and enchanting avatar,

For in the rain we find a connection to the world,

And in its aftermath, we witness beauty unfurled.