An Orphaned Rain

Public radios screamed
Weathermen swore in centimeters...
Incessant was the word.
"Get soaked!", said my soul.
Literally locked in a jail,
I peeped out of my window
Now decorated with water drop curtain.

The perennial street vendor
Had deserted his mobile stall.
Where the hell did the Old Man go
Who nonchalantly curses the passers-by?
There was no traffic jam
As there was no traffic...
None dared the rain.

The Children of Water
Fell in Love...
With Earthlings.
But the Children on Land
Went Indoors...
Keeping themselves away
From the 'venomous' drops
That would cure them!

With all her symphonies unheard...
The Bride of Water Kingdom
Traversed the barren streets,
The deserted fields, and concrete jungles...
All alone