The rain in Bangalore

comes without notice,

and in a myriad of ways.

Sometimes it falls all at once,

with rage and a want to escape.

Other times ’tis slow and persistent,

like workers drawwwling,

after a Nagarjuna lunch.

There is no point in calculating

the chances of rain in Bangalore.

The rain here prefers sneaking around.

Whether on a sunny or cloudy day.

My love for you

is a lot like

the rain in Bangalore.

I am still learning whether

to keep an umbrella with me

at all times,

stop going out as often,

or let myself be drenched

head to toe.