A Cloudburst in India

The rain fell in torrents,
streaming down latticed window-panes,
limp magnolia leaves, drooping.
Streaks of silver lightning,
runs its electric forked fingers.
tearing through the grey fabric of the sky,
as the downpour continues

I lay awake,
tossing in bed.
Froze time for awhile,
became a child of the Past—
when I would bury my head in my mother’s lap
and listen to stories about fairies and elves,
while all the time,
the rain poured like a sheet of glass.

Now all alone,
black thunder resonates in the air,
tearing through my frail, huddled body,
that once again has to face the grey morning commute.

~ Kamal Parmar

Ms.Kamal Parmar was born in India and has been passionately involved in writing the past fifteen years. Her genre is poetry as well as creative non-fiction. She has a number of poetry publications in reputed Canadian literary journals and magazines as well as publications in US and UK. Some of her poems have been short-listed for awards and honorable mentions. Her recent poetry book is an emotional journey juxtaposing memories of her childhood years in India with the present life here, in Canada.

One Response to “A Cloudburst in India”

  1. the imagery of the first stanza is perfect!

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