Impulsive summer rain
ushered in by gypsy winds!
You are by no means modest;
You enjoyed a theatrical entry that day:
When first with curtains of grey you hid the sky,
Then with a clangor of thunder you walked in.
A cool zephyr whispered your name
in all our ears.
You demanded an audience that day;
Little boys abandoned their summer games and watched!
Lovers let go of clasped hands and watched!
Crowds rushed out of shopping-malls and watched!
all eyes fixated towards your North Western drama;
The zephyr soon grew into a gale
and you impaled the grey curtains
with your brilliant thunderbolt
and ripped them open;
a zillion silver arrows rained towards us.
And we rejoiced intoxicated,
Indulging every sense organ.
But you left without a spectacle;
Or did we miss it in our rapture?
*Kalboishakhi - Nor'westers; local winds that bring relief in summer in East India
