Someone
left their navy blue
towel and
three pairs of printed socks
On the
clothesline
To dry.
But here
they are, dripping.
Cold
Wetter than
the rain, which seems to be
catching
its breath behind the ominous clouds.
Or is it a
child hiding behind the curtains
waiting for
its game of peek-a-boo?
Luring the
tourists to take heart
and step
out of their hiding holes
And here I
am – not a tourist but a fool
lured onto
the terrace.
with neither
an umbrella nor a towel
to save me from the pouncing rain!
Anubha M
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