memory of floody days - the start
Two hours of watching the rain,
Still unwell on bed,
Deciding to stop writing for a very long time…
I slipped into half sleep with my tired soul,
In the depth of unconsciousness I heard the rain,
I was living that rainy night of past-
In the cosiness of my friend's home
Where six of us lay in a row in one room,
While the rest in others…
When I wrote in the darkness-
'Rain, still I can't stop loving you'
Though I could feel the water rising up
Inside my home inching up the stairs...
I opened my eyes, continued watching the rain.
Memories flood, a lot to write…
I'm changing my mind,
Going to write again, bit by bit.
May be this broken moments suits the best,
With another August rain giving company...
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