Walking in the rain, without an umbrella
Such nights can be Therapy or suffering

For my body, this is the remedy
Every drop soaks my skin, helps me feel.
the serenity of dripping water is like chill runs through my spine.
mazarine color of sky relaxed my heavily breathing body.





For my soul, it is the misery
Amplifying even every tiny pain,
The Rain havoc and its thundering noise
annihilates the existence of the surrounding world.
Screams of my tormented spirit are becoming audible to me.
The scars gifted from this world started bleeding again.