On rainy days,
the scent of reminiscences
remain in the memory of thoughts
forever and always;
your absence is unconditionally felt

Considering the fact that
the aroma of rain mixes with
the pleasant smell of your presence
I turn up the corners of my mouth
to show pleasure amusement
up to the time that I fail to remember
the pain you caused

I was tortured thoroughly
As you walked out of my life
I cry myself to sleep everynight
Hoping to smile as the daylight arrives

And I hate it when the sky cries,
on account of the fact that
it reminds me of you

On rainy days,
I stand still under the unhappy sky
And I hate the provable truth;
I love you so much it hurts.


a.r