The rain

We left that old ungainly house 
When my dog died there, after 
The burial, after the rose 
Flowered twice, pulling it by its 
Roots and carting it with our books, 
Clothes and chairs in a hurry. 
We live in a new house now, 
And, the roofs do not leak, but, when 
It rains here, I see the rain drench 
That empty house, I hear it fall 
Where my puppy now lies, 
Alone.. 

[From Only The Soul Knows How To Sing]

by Kamala Das