On the first rains

The first rains yesterday fell
Out of season, without a reason,
Blinding the city with clouds of dust,
And violating the weather man’s trust,
It riding came the whiplash of lightning,
Making cats scurry with a-frightening.
Falling in quick bursts, short and shrill,
As hushed lovers kissed by the window sill,
As the balding old man sat sipping his tea,
And the wise beggar woman cackled in glee,
To see a young banker, all ship and shape,
Race across puddles for a quick escape,
To crowds that gathered below dripping shelters,
As the rain slowly grew to a real belter,
Pelting the lonesome city street,
With all the force of a long lost meet.
The street and the rain, the sky and the earth,
The bonding in pain, the heavens and the hearth,
While silent spectators with awed eyes,
Witnessed this embrace of the earth and the skies,
And felt the joy that shook them within,
Turn to odour of an earthy spin,
That rose from grass, puddles and pools,
And rushed to hot nostrils, soothing them cool.