A storm in September

A clap of thunder -

_{Did I hear it right?}

_{Unlike me, the monsoons fight on}

_{A storm in September}

_{After many clammy days}

 

_{On this last day before I leave}

_{My city becomes generous –}

_{'Let the rains wash your ink as well}

_{Let your diary get emptied again’}

_{New city, blank pages}

 

_{Thunder again, irresistible}

_{I walk to the apartment terrace}

_{Blue clouds arrive}

_{To drown the emptiness}

_{Of countless years}

 

_{The wind picks up}

_{That chill before the rains}

_{I look around desperately}

_{But there is no one around}

_{Who bothers to enjoy the show}

 

_{Ah, the pity of getting used}

_{To the luxuries of everyday life}

_{An empty eagle soars in the sky}

_{At least there is someone}

_{I smile, who has that zeal}

 

_{The first drops descend}

_{The storm picks up,}

_{'Let the rains wash your ink as well}

_{Let your diary get emptied again’}

_{The winds whisper}

 

_{But they stop abruptly –}

_{My diary was always empty}

_{It has never stopped raining}

_{On its wet, stained pages,} 

I step out and at last, embrace the cold…