Rain lashes the yellow taxi,
Each drop a tiny sieve\'s sound.
Suddenly, a woman in red saree,
Eyes like monsoon clouds, called out to me.
Her smile, like the chime of the wind\'s bell, filled the air.
\'Where to, madam?\' I asked, transfixed.
\'To the moon,\' she said, and winked.
The taxi jolted, defying gravity.
Rain lashes the yellow taxi,
Each drop a tiny sieve\'s sound.