A Rainy Day

30 poems in 30 days challenge! Day 16

Raindrops on short grass blades,
The smell of wet earth filling up our senses,
Running wild through lush green gardens
Carefree, without armour or defenses.

We rescued a new-born bird one day,
As she lay helpless in the rain,
Her nest collapsed, her siblings fled,
She squeaked and squawked but no one cared.

We took her underneath the shack
The poor, tired thing just stared
In an instant, she breathed her last
But she smiled to bid farewell, I swear.

The three of us stood hand-in-hand
As we watched this precious bird lie still,
One of us cried, the others consoled,
Which one did what, I can't recall.

This memory keeps flooding back -
Three sisters on a monsoon day,
Running wild through lush green gardens,
Standing hand-in-hand, is what remains.