Loving rain

I know, I seem monotonous sometimes,

Telling and re-telling stories-

Where rain becomes an undenied entity…

It's the memories that we connect to

In the most visceral way;

Even thespians might not argue

The invisible thread that connects us to the past,

The past that sometimes was never lived,

The past sometimes even never existed!

But somehow it's in our past-

May be in some past births that we are unaware of!

Your story and mine blend somewhere,

In the infinite past,

Where we existed as one,

The moment before we split to explore our ways!

And when drenched in this rains-

Relinquishing my belongings,

I sit quietly, dangling my legs-

Off the branch, beneath the umbrella of foliage…

I can't stop being mesmerised by this phenomenon,

The rain!

Yes, I'm wet,

Yes, I'm cold,

Yes, I do miss my home…

Still can't stop loving to watch you.

Monotonous I am-

Forgive me, it's relentless love for this pour-

It's the 'me' being reflected in it,

Probably it's the 'you' as well.

Instead of extinguishing, it lits-

That something primal in life,

Lost, forgotten or abandoned moments of life.

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