Rain rich July end
My red Fiat Punto under the clouds,
I sit listening to the rain drops pattering on car roof,
The patter has no pattern
It had always been music to my ears
Like childhood music
The patter patter, the patter patter
The patter patter years,
Association of metal and water,
All the trees in the lane,
All the mane in the trees
Do not change the notes
Which make this number patter patter,
Patter patter I sit listening to
The raindrops
My red fiat Punto under the clouds make,
This wet July end.
~Saranyan BV
Bangalore, India