When it Rains in Lahore

It's been raining constantly here in Ottawa.
Rain water melting down snow mountains.
Washing down black salt.
It's not the same.
Even the rain here lacks emotion.
I miss the rains in Lahore.
The sweet scent of mitti that rises up from ground when it rains.
When it rains in Lahore.

I heard a black crow coming to work yesterday.
I looked up and there it sat on the corner of the top of my office building.
It looked equally confused and out of place.
That nostalgic cry of the black crow when it rains.
When it rains in Lahore.