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Thunder The thunder roars as the lightning flashes once again. Somewhere a child shudders under the table at the sound while his mother stretches out her arms open at the scared child. The older sibling laughs out loud bravely. Somewhere inside he's jealous too as the mother protectively hugs the younger one. The farmer looks up at the reddish hue in the sky worried. The winds are building up. Last year the storm had blown away their roof. He says a small prayer. Tomorrow he will get the price for his crops and start on the tin roofs replacing the straws. Somewhere on the street the girl's phone rang the umpteenth time as her father asks her whereabouts. She quickly looks for a shelter. The couple stare up at the lightning bolt hand in hand. They smile at each other. Their first romantic walk in the rain. I switch off the lights in my room. Summer rains are the best. The thunders don't scare me anymore as I feel the droplets soak the earth. The smell, the feel and the solitude. Pure bliss. One for the first summer rains. It's best at night.

Thunder The thunder roars as the lightning flashes once again. Somewhere a child shudders under the table at the sound while his mother stretches out her arms open at the scared child. The older sibling laughs out loud bravely. Somewhere inside he's jealous too as the mother protectively hugs the younger one. The farmer looks up at the reddish hue in the sky worried. The winds are building up. Last year the storm had blown away their roof. He says a small prayer. Tomorrow he will get the price for his crops and start on the tin roofs replacing the straws. Somewhere on the street the girl's phone rang the umpteenth time as her father asks her whereabouts. She quickly looks for a shelter. The couple stare up at the lightning bolt hand in hand. They smile at each other. Their first romantic walk in the rain. I switch off the lights in my room. Summer rains are the best. The thunders don't scare me anymore as I feel the droplets soak the earth. The smell, the feel and the solitude. Pure bliss. One for the first summer rains. It's best at night.

Amit Jotwani

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It rained last night, the season's first pre monsoon shower. We made love in the morning, provoked by the moisture seeping into our skin. We were not competing with nature's gifts, but though its lightning was blinding, our thunder was louder. This monsoon seems promising. Monsoon . #monsoon #moisture #yqbaba

It rained last night, the season's first pre monsoon shower. We made love in the morning, provoked by the moisture seeping into our skin. We were not competing with nature's gifts, but though its lightning was blinding, our thunder was louder. This monsoon seems promising. Monsoon . #monsoon #moisture #yqbaba

Amit Jotwani

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Sighs of unrequitedness, fleeting visions of heaven, mirage of completeness, silent wail of spirits juiced between the gear and pinion of urbanism, not even sparing the pregnant seeds of tomorrow's spring. These are the frayed photos that hang on our peeling walls, thirsting for the moisture of our shortlived yesterdays. #photos #moisture #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

Sighs of unrequitedness, fleeting visions of heaven, mirage of completeness, silent wail of spirits juiced between the gear and pinion of urbanism, not even sparing the pregnant seeds of tomorrow's spring. These are the frayed photos that hang on our peeling walls, thirsting for the moisture of our shortlived yesterdays. #photos #moisture #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

Amit Jotwani

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It may rain today. Sipping my cutting chai, looking for meaning in the obtuse patterns of overboiled tea leaves and amoebic clouds, fervently hope that a sliver of the petrichor laced moisture seeps silently into our relationship. It was a false alarm. The status quo continues. #ItMayRain #moisture #relationship #YoPoWriMo18 #yqbaba

It may rain today. Sipping my cutting chai, looking for meaning in the obtuse patterns of overboiled tea leaves and amoebic clouds, fervently hope that a sliver of the petrichor laced moisture seeps silently into our relationship. It was a false alarm. The status quo continues. #ItMayRain #moisture #relationship #YoPoWriMo18 #yqbaba

Amit Jotwani

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If the moisture from the damp walls would have seeped into our relationship, 'our'photoframe would have celebrated non acidic memories instead of becoming a naked reminder of emptiness. #photoframe #memories #moisture #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

If the moisture from the damp walls would have seeped into our relationship, 'our'photoframe would have celebrated non acidic memories instead of becoming a naked reminder of emptiness. #photoframe #memories #moisture #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

Amit Jotwani

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The wind wafts in with the promise of personal petrichor, the interstices of my life opening up, inviting your clouds to penetrate. Has 'our' monsoon arrived yet? Waiting for the moisture to seep through. #petrichor #monsoon #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

The wind wafts in with the promise of personal petrichor, the interstices of my life opening up, inviting your clouds to penetrate. Has 'our' monsoon arrived yet? Waiting for the moisture to seep through. #petrichor #monsoon #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba