Rain in Kalga | Poetry Published on March 17, 2019May 26, 2019 by Arnab 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:EmailWhatsAppTweetPocketMoreShare on TumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related