Rain Rain ... Go Away

 

The heavens open up again
It rains. no, pours, in silvery sheets
The drops drum ceaselessly on my windowpanes

The streets washed clean
Trees with sparkling. dripping leaves
The smell of newly wet sand, the wildly convulsing sea
Jasmine blooms, its scent carried far in the breeze

This is the season that I used to love best
The smells, the sounds, the sights I'd see
The strange little quivers my heart would feel

The spray from the rains, the roar of the waves
Bring me no joy as my mind conjures up memories
From all those times that we were together
And there was no "you" and "I" .just "we"

~Swati Chandran~

 

 

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