The Rain Forgotten

Pearl drops lined up

In electric swings
To bead some unending chains
while the city took a shower.
I felt like penning!
Beneath the net sills

I sat on the floor cushion

and stretched out to the red rug.
Rain spattered my nose ridge

With unkind love.

I reclined to pen
and to take in the dust soaked
scent that rain brings home.
On the metal sheets the hammerings
brought in asymmetric a
metre in  jarring notes.
I traced it's silhouette
a silly squirrel jamming
on my roof ,who stood displeased
and shifted the slimy slopes.
I felt like penning!
But with a lit cigarette
he jutted out,
My unknown neighbour
from the unnamed house.
For me to replace my neckline

and to shield his sight,
I half-closed the door
and lost the moment.
It was raining.
Failed to fetch some over-phrased word,
I wrapped it for the next day
to title it anything
unmindful of that rain.