The rain pounds on the roof of the bus
and slides down on the window
like a river, so clear that
the windows might be of clearer glass.
I take off my headphones,
the bus isn’t moving yet so it’s safe.
I take off my headphones
in favour of the music of the rain
and I’m not disappointed.
There is no thunder, but there is rhythm.
There is a rhythm in the way that the rain drops fall
on the roof of my bus.
On the roofs of the platforms around me in Majestic.
On the umbrellas of people running around.
On the tarmac below me.
On the small lakes created on the tarmac around us.
On my bag, leaking from the tiny gaps in the roof of the bus.
I take it all in, and pop my headphones back on.
This was an experiment of sorts, because I really wanted to write what happened today. Picture credits to my best friend, Divya!