In the time it took me
to set the table
and sit down to lunch-
They tell me it rained on Bangalore.
All morning sky matched swatches
to the exact shade of a thunderstorm.
Wind scared the trees
and leaves made a production
of chasing flowers down the road.
And then it’s said to have poured
straight out of a bottle!
While I set the table-
plates, glasses, rice and curry-
Ghost droplets are said to have fallen
On a tree, on a building,
on a flying bird, on a speeding car
though none made it to the ground.
With the first mouthful I looked around
eager to enjoy the rains,
but the road was dry and
the sky was clear
And they told me it had rained on Bangalore.