Kodai in early March

Sentinel tree tops
Weak sunlight at the back
Cirrus clouds
spread over a blue sky
Puddles on the ground
speaking of yesterday's rain

Was it cold or was it
when the mist landed upon our car
And the lake got lost
People caught unawares
scurrying into small shops
as the raindrops fell
Huge and cold, fast and full

The aroma of baking bread
wafted in the air
Stirring up memories
of childhood treats
Buttercakes from the oven
Fresh and fragrant