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