Chai and the monsoon

A thin line of dripping stream
on a glass window
is all the world there is
when there’s rain, and there’s chai

Everything else blurs, like a drizzle
fading out in the backdrop
is all the dream there is
when there’s rain, and there’s chai

The dark clouds look hazy in the distance
the mist hiding secrets of time
is all the painting there is
when there’s rain, and there’s chai

The vapour that brings the aroma
to the nostrils, and awakens the senses
is all the taste there is
when there’s rain, and there’s chai

An old love song comes up on the radio
catches you off guard and back in time
is all the memory there is
when there’s rain, and there’s chai

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