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I hate rain, Not for its occurrence, But the traces it leaves behind– It visits with an earthy fragrance, Breathes out a pungent air. Engulfs with familiar presence, Lingers as cold second skin. Showers with gentle kisses, Then sheds dripping needles. I hate rain, Not for its presence, But the state it finds me in– Away from home, Alone at night, Vulnerable in the road, No one to share an umbrella, No shelter in sight. I hate rain, Not for its splatters, But the stains– Mud smudged on clothes, Fear spilled on skin, Anxiety's shadow on heart, Light bleeding off eyes, Thoughts whispered in ears, Regret lurking in mind, Disgust smeared in stomach. I hate rain, Not for its mess, But the things it takes with it– Radiance of the livelihood, Comfort of an anchor, Wings of the flying, Roam of the untamed, Innocence of the offsprings, Warmth of the loved ones. I hate rain, Not for its existence, But– The aftermath, The scenes it etches in memories, The things it makes me feel, The state it leaves me in. I hate rain, But never the rain. ~pooja
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Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 7:34 AM UTC
I hate rain, but not the rain
I hate rain, Not for its occurrence, But the traces it leaves behind– It visits with an earthy fragrance, Breathes out a pungent air. Engulfs with familiar presence, Lingers as cold second skin. Showers with gentle kisses, Then sheds dripping needles. I hate rain, Not for its presence, But the state it finds me in– Away from home, Alone at night, Vulnerable in the road, No one to share an umbrella, No shelter in sight. I hate rain, Not for its splatters, But the stains– Mud smudged on clothes, Fear spilled on skin, Anxiety's shadow on heart, Light bleeding off eyes, Thoughts whispered in ears, Regret lurking in mind, Disgust smeared in stomach. I hate rain, Not for its mess, But the things it takes with it– Radiance of the livelihood, Comfort of an anchor, Wings of the flying, Roam of the untamed, Innocence of the offsprings, Warmth of the loved ones. I hate rain, Not for its existence, But– The aftermath, The scenes it etches in memories, The things it makes me feel, The state it leaves me in. I hate rain, But never the rain. ~pooja
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18/F/India
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 7:34 AM UTC
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