When it rains...
When it rains all of a sudden
It has nothing to do with the happy faces
nor hot hot tea
The rain is emotionally broken and has got her mood swings...It begs...begs for acceptance.
While it shatter the window pane
It has nothing to do with the favourite
track you listen with your headphones on,
The rain is shouting her questions so peremptory,which belongs
to her yestereves
In the heavens
and she curse herself for being
sent to earth.
When the pace of rain slows down,
It has nothing to do with your romance
Under the warm blankets
But she is regretting and retreating.
I can now blend my emotions with her,
with the rain.