It’s just like a musical

When there’s a breeze there’s the swisshhh,

And then there’s the distant rumble.

The skies open, I hear pitter patter,

Complete drama in emptying the clothes line.

Colours all over the house as semi-wet clothes drape the doors.

Power cut and momentary silence,

Broken by hooded strangers ringing the bell.

A sudden burst of sunshine and a complete change of scene,

Chennai’s winter – I never want this to end.

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