For the girl, the umbrella and the flood

For the girl, the umbrella and the flood

Spare a thought and a moment

Across the street 

Where the drain once was

Or may be is still is

No one can tell anymore

As the rains come steadily down

And the rivulets that

Start as steady drum beats

All march in numbing step

A billion army of blind drops

Gathering neighbours and comrades

From leaves to rooftops

Over umbrellas and soaked shoes

Turn into small trickles

And then bigger gurgles

And now raging floods

Spare a pain and a hail

At the little girl 

With matted hair 

Bravely standing in the path

Of the trickles that have become floods

With her tears joining

The army of drops and rivulets

She looks out through the torrent

Seeking out her mother

From the clump of heads

Bobbing above the floods

Some tossed by the floods

Some tossing the floods

In the battle between the armies

Of the drops and the wills

Now raging in the street

Spare a smile and a thanks

When the sun breaks the ranks

And separates the thunder from the cloud

So the drops lose their comrades

And the drumbeats slows down

And the watery bearers 

Can no longer hear the trumpets

Asking the march to stay on course

And the floods retreat to the gurgles

And the gurgles to the trickles

And all is quiet again

For the girl, the umbrella and the flood.