Washing away

You were admiring 

the abrupt out-of-turn rain,

 holding me

while you were 

    romanticizing it, 

telling me 

of how you remember 

our first kiss,

  those many years ago

I said I did

but I remember us planting 

    two mango saplings too

We had lovely mangoes 

    last season in May

I am worried now 

    for this abrupt March rain

    will cause it to shed the flowers 

    crush their dreams 

    of becoming mangoes

Have you spared 

a thought for those two trees

and the now fading dreams

    of those florets

    drenching in the rains

    I can feel their pain too

    while your love is strong

my heart is longing to protect

    the old dream we shared

    when we planted those saplings

    and wished to eat 

    those mangoes every year