You, the rainmaker and the rainer,

and I the one who feels the wind on my face;

treacherous, aggressive.

Halfway up the top,

the road did not stop.

But I stopped. The rain drops

falling on my face

intensely,

and I

did not want them to stop. And I stopped

to catch up with those gone far ahead.

Sushama Karnik. (c)

16 March 2022

Rita PudduInspired by Henri Cartier-Bresson

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