The first monsoons...

The first drop fell on my raised forehead
The clouds then smiled with glee
A shower came in with a swoosh
Drenching my skin before the clothes

The road turned into a brown swamp
We leaped across on the islands
But the fun was landing on a puddle
And wrecking another island

I peed into my shorts in mirth
And the heat blended into the showers
A tadpole looked up in disgust
Where did this come from?

Paper boats capsized around
The grass shook off the drops
Water trickled into my mouth
Purest form, Miss Rose told me

I ran into our house
An army waited with towels
There was the rough wipe
And I sneezed for the first time

Smell of Amma’s vadas
The coconut chutney topping
A quick morsel and there
I was ready for my next shower