Under a flyover, then we had to
Watch as it danced on the tar road
Like a flash mob causing the frenetic
To slow down and catch their breath,
The cars did not have to stop, kept
Going through the falling strings,
No two-wheelers and their pesky horns
Hot on their tails till they gave way;
The mind grew restless as the drops
Grew heavier and the minutes ticked
There was work to do and the showers
We thought would halt and let us leave
Thickened with more clouds from the sea
And we worried we would be held up
Longer than we wanted and fretted over
The flooded routes we would have to take
We wished we could have been ambushed
Near a restaurant where we could have
Sat warm by the window with a view of
The skies singing their summer song
And time saying wait, it won't take long.
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