The poems in this collection concatenate myriad of happenings in life which, though may take a similar course, do not leave us to grin and grimace at the same time. The turn of events in life, like rain, offers mixed feelings which may be pleasant or otherwise. Though rain comes with peaceful breeze and great equanimity, sometimes it does not usually come with that “expected” gift of grace. Occasionally, we may have to rejoice and sometimes count our losses. As heavens may pour down its torrent of grace, it may as well drizzle down its tears of terror. Thus, its arrival and departure do not always leave us with a soothing countenance as we all anticipate. With the ease of rainfall, the poems flow with the truths of the common life of the postcolonial subjects in a world of their own.