Rain

Overcast sky. Gloomy. Morning. Empty roads. Anticipation in the air.
No more wait. Sky pours down. Rain sheet screens out everything. Trees bow.
Water puddles out down the roads. Boys gather. In groups. They net out their gamchha.
Each pull has its netful scalps. Fishes toss up and down on the water-dripping gamchha.
Shouts of joy. Soon out-shouted by a heavy groan from the rock-solid clouds.
Comes down another burst of jets of shower. Day light, whatever left, surrenders.
Rain blindfolds the day. It gropes. Helplessly. Rain is unforgiving. It slashes the earth hard.
Evening comes rain-ridden. Prematuredly. The day ends. Rain reigns. Supreme.