Rain

I like to watch the rain
From the train window at night
Gleaming from no where
Joining The flowing complexity
Of wet payment
Of mixing light running
I love to see from blackness a brief spark
The art work of light and night
The rain turns the empty stall
Into a fancy architecture
The house fronts keep their secrets
Their calm mystery .

I wrote this piece while traveling on London Tube couple of years back. It is really funny to think back. At the time I wrote this , it had been close to a year since I landed in London to do my higher studies. It was end of my second semester, whole gang (close to 15) was traveling down to Central London to celebrate . With a whole bunch around me with all the excitement, there I was missing home (India), family and friends. When you are in this state , you tend to observe and you find peace and joy in almost the most simple thing -- like Rain