She Went Sulking by Bajrang Bishnoi

She Went Sulking

I felt very good
when the people who disliked me in the rain
that came on and off after the rain
considered me dead
I thanked the departing rain
Not just the departing rain
Nothing that is departing
listens to a stranger’s voice
But the departing rain did not go away
It just gathered
The small clouds formed by the steam of many stranger’s voices
I squeezed them hard
And squeezed them right there
The drops fell with a loud bang
On the tin roof of my house
Under which I was lying halfway
Enjoying the music of the departing rain
Now that it has slowed down
making pat pat drip drip
And I can recognize the different sounds
Of the drops falling from the different tin panes
Listening to these sounds one after the other
I can smile at the arrogance of the rain in it I am there
But I remain sad
On the wet roof of the world
On the joy of my death
To the departing rain
On the tune being created by the thanks
Half lying in the air
Half wet
Waving legs as if someone
Dancing in the air
Finally, the departing rain
Turned back and looked at me
And went away with annoyance
As if it had realized
I should not have rained on the false news of his death.