where the rains fall…

almost gone but not forgotten the monsoon dances its last dance as the rain, once again begins to fall for so long, i have wanted to come to India during the rains to feel its weight on my skin and listen to its talk on the streets we are in the market where my dad’s family lives where the streets bend here and there where we have been coming ever since

we are in the market where the rains have started to fall and the streets have heard her call we are in the market where the rain has almost gone and a new season has just begun

we are in the market where my family lives where the streets bend here and there where we have been coming ever since… Read the rest “where the rains fall…”