
Raindrops by Kunjal Saraswat
Raindrops
Kunjal Saraswat
Raindrops shine under warm lights.
I notice it for the first time
As I sit here—
Two hours deep
Into this night
With the rain.
Well, not just the rain.
It brings its companions:
Thunder,
Lightning,
Showers,
And storms.
Tonight, it’s a stormy rain.
The wind is wild,
And the glass of my balcony shutters
Shudders under its weight.
I sip my coffee
And keep penning my poetry—
This one is about sorrow,
About giving up,
About the reality of life:
Death.
Behind me, the music swells.
The rain’s pattering grows louder,
And the glass keeps trembling.
My window
Is not strong…
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