the evening when it rained in paris

I decided to have a walk in the park
to talk a break when it was not yet dark
to watch the kids play and
mould their shoemarks on the clay

this calm and chirpy peace was not to be
for it was time for the rain to set me free
time for raindrops to fall
time for the wind to make a call

it was the same rain that falls with disdain
in the land that i hv always known the rain
it was the same sensation to me
the same pleasure of soaking myself in me

the way the love of yr own soil fills
where is the smell here that rises in yr nostrils
the aroma that fills you like a permanent ink
and indeed that was the missing link

----Amit