Lazy afternoon
Gentle puffs of balmy breeze
Stirring the rustle of crispy dry leaves
Scattering, rolling across pavement
Sparrows merrily gossiping with mynahs
Pigeons cooing at each other about lunch
And wind chimes tinkling
The minutes
Counting it away
Like the shopkeeper
Flicking beads on his abacus
Giving way
To sudden dust laden gusts
And rolling dark clouds
Droplets on the hot tarmac
Sizzle into little spurts of steam
Twirling crispy dry leaves
Into miniature whirlwinds
Chased off unceremoniously
By a sweeping downpour
That lasts but a mere minute
And leave us sweating again
On the humid five-foot-way
Wondering whether to move on
Or stay
To while out the rest of the day
Watching the foamy rivulets flowing by
Along the roadside gullet
And the steam rising
From the road surface
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