Rain in Kalga | Poetry March 17, 2019May 26, 2019Arnab Deka Kalga, Parvati Valley, Himachal Pradesh, India The rain poured on the tin roof at midnight. The distance of a breath separated me, From the rain that I have been waiting for forever. Hands clasped, the rain crashed. The dormant words, the dried lamentation. The space between myself and the rain narrowed down. The decade-old chase was nearing to an end. The rain still poured on the tin roof. A billion stars arrived to witness, With thunderous applause. The rain fell upon me slowly, On that midnight in Kalga. Share this:Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related