Looked like it’s gonna pour, when I heard the thunder roar,
But stopped with a drizzle, nothing short of a puzzle.
Hope it rains again, but this time really rain,
Coz this disappointment, is becoming a pain.
Been a while since, we saw it really pour,
this hide and seek, is becoming a bore.
The clouds look lovely, dark and grey,
But the wind shoos them, out of the way.
Bangalore was not like this before,
Rainy days have become, things of yore.
Like any other bangalorean’s wish,
I long to jump, and make a splash,
In the muddle, left by the rain
Right here, on Koramangala fourth main.
Dipu's words 