Black clouds
roll & gallop
churning the skies
some kind of preparation
for war
shimmering sheets
of slanting rain
yanked & contorted
in elemental violence
tree-crowns lashing
left and right
as if the enemy is within
the animal clamour of
wild doors & windows
and then,
the sudden outburst
of small feet upon
the drenched terraces
shrieks of abandon
& glee
and the frenzied hands
of mothers
clawing laundry down
from the line
so much joy
so much urgency
so much nonchalance
as today as perhaps
a thousand years before
impervious to the monarchs
who wield
neither rain
nor thunder


Faiz Ahmad is a recent graduate in Biological Sciences, IIT Madras, India. His work appears in, Poetry Daily, Denver Quarterly, Poetry Northwest, Salamander, Carousel and others.
Header photograph by Deborah Hughes
Header artwork by Jordan Keller-Wilson