The Monsoon Taxi

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.