From the night office in the bad mood
I rode my bike home, hopes of food
Then it came down, slow and then hard
Raining cool water on this traveling bard
I can't do this, not in this rain
In stopping and waiting, I would find more to gain
So I parked there on that wet road
Stepped into Barista for a cappucino
From the porch I watched it pour
Strangely enough the water looked like snow
There I saw it, a pretty guitar
Making me smile, warming my heart
I asked Barista man if I could play
Thinking it would help me pass time away
Right then, little did I know
I had a new song to compose
With the rain falling in the background
I relished the chords making that sound
It so happened that they fit my one
poem
I wasted no time in recording it on my phone
Like this and like that the rain stopped
On the back of my bike I once again hopped
Rode home in minimal traffic
Smiling to myself like a git
Almost home I found some
Paradise City
Followed close by
Baba O'Reilly
I was happier that I can explain
Reached home, nearly insane
© Rahul Chidambaran 2011