This July you went to the mountains
Are the rains different over there?
Do clouds suffer less from forgetfulness?
Does Tiger Hill always keep its word?

It rained in the city too, as usual
She wandered alone on mud-splattered feet
Weeping without reason, an old habit
In the sky the hours signalled heartbreak

In the mountain were you distracted
Your hair soaked in rain? Did young clouds
Garland your body with vaporised sweat
Falling to earth at your faintest touch?

In this city, in its lanes and bylanes
A cloud had sought a familiar cruel boy
Who had promised, hadn’t he? The rain
At dusk returned alone to the outskirts