the rain has stopped but left images...

The rain has stopped a few minutes back
And on the tram tracks
Across the city and its lanes
It has left its watery stains...

Water everywhere...
Water on the leaves...
Water on hands bare...
Watery pots and pans...
On water how your reflections dance...

The rain has stopped sure my love...
But it has left so many images here and there
Images of streets fresh without dust...
Images of iron rails gathering rust...
Images of crows looking helplessly cowed...
Of trees like defeated soldiers by the racecourse, bowed...
Of buses and taxis failing to start perhaps chilled
Of you sitting on the last bench of an empty class room, with poems filled...
Of empty corridors...with marks of shoes all over wet
Of the hanging sense of big real water droplets...
Of umbrellas spread somewhere to get dry
Of hails like tender joys and wonder falling from the sky...

The rain has stopped...
But left marks here and there...