When in Pune it will rain, the sky mushroom with patches of grey,
Then by the window I will sit and quietly watch the clouds sway.
The little kid on the first floor, with his wild unruly hair,
With a start he’ll flee inside, from behind his Mom stare.
The trembling creeper on the outer wall will grow more unkempt,
But the scornful oak right across will merely smirk with contempt.
The thunder from distant lands, will grumble in despair,
The ram shackled hut sadly though, will be damaged beyond repair.
Hand in hand loved ones will walk, from under an umbrella smile.
Fairy stones now glistening wet, will scamper up the stile.
With a cup of coffee and a tune or so, I’ll watch the monsoonal lane,
I’ll keep an eye in case you arrive, when in Pune it will rain.
It reminded me of my Pune-Mumbai express highway trip in monsoons
I’ve got pictures too from that trip..in fact that was trip taken for a blogger’s meet in Mumbai in year 2010 
you write well, haven’t I said it already
The Pune-Mumbai expressway is spectacular in the rains. I can keep staring and staring at the hills in the distance, the green and the mist. Wow, a blogger’s meet sounds fun. I have always missed the Indiblogger ones.
Thank you so much!
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Ow…this is a beautiful piece Debo, your chosen words are always amazing…words I would never thing of using.
Thank you, thank you N!
Personally, this verse means a lot to me. It was written on an afternoon – a time of my life – that I will always cherish. Really happy you liked it! 
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This is beautiful. Liked it much
Thanks a lot Shafeeq.
ah! perfect combination of a cup of coffee and watching monsoon.love the thought of it and thanks to you for reminding monsoon.I must mention about the lovely pic which you have captured.
Indeed, coffee and rains go hand in hand. (with pakoras for that matter) I wish it would rain sometime – there’s something magical about untimely rain.
Yep, the highway looks beautiful in the monsoons – a friend of mine forwarded that pic to me.
Thanks for dropping by!
Wah… nice watery depiction… completely drenched!
Thanks a lot Dibakar… glad you got drenched. Haha
it just rained in Bangalore .
Wow… hope Pune gets lucky soon.
Cute!
Coffee, Rain on my Window and a Song… On the Radio.. The good life!
Oh yes, that’s a good life indeed. And comes cheap too.
With a cup of coffee and a tune or so, I’ll watch the monsoonal lane,
I’ll keep an eye in case you arrive, when in Pune it will rain.
—– I so hope your eyes got to witness what your heart spelt our so wonderfully n the fingers assisted away in glory!
Wow… that the Bong madness i love
ya ya call me racist .. am proudly so
Yes the rains brought all that and more and am I glad!
Hee hee hee delighted you liked the poem. The rains make a poet of all alive and in possession of an accessible heart.
Ditto on the Bong madness. High five!
I feel bad to see this piece get commentless. I was never a succor for public eye, but art deserves some accolades. This one surely does. I love rains. its depicted beautifully through yours. Nice rhyme. The rhymes are not a constraint as they are in most places. Good good.
Keep sharing.
Most places – other places. Just to clarify
Thanks a lot. I love rains too – they are romantic for the most part when you don’t have to bother with traffic and puddles.
Glad you liked the rhyme. Hope you enjoy keeping up with my blog.