Waking up to rains is treasure in life,
The gushing sound of it, the rose trellis dangling from the floor above and plants in my balcony bursting with joy, billowing in the tempting breeze
Its raining with such force, all the houses, skyscrapers blurring, though the lights, chandeliers burning brighter than they ever did before
Droplets hang on the metal bars, finding a moment of rest, before finally dripping down to the ground, my mind lost, breathing in the petrichor
Poppies and chrysanthemums, giddy, blushing in the grey toned, rose tinted sky
Bunnies’ coming out of their wooden burrow, where they had been escaping throughout the rain, the force has been stolen,
Its bittersweet, loving but never being loved back, falling to be able to breathe again but then holding back,
Allowing being trapped, afraid of nakedness, for a second, stuck in a dilemma, then giving it all.
The rain, falling, powerfully, in all its glory, like it can’t wait to release it all, all the emotions, churning inside,
I can’t hold it back either, I love you, and I have tried evading, running, crashing into him
But all of this doesn’t work, useless, to no avail.
And I see you there in your black rimmed glasses, clouded with droplets searching for me, your are somewhat blinded ,never seeing me the way I want to be seen, always a friend, a pretty friend;
Never a beautiful lover.
Rain had always been ours, I remember oh how we used waltz in the pouring rain on your terrace, how you made warm poptarts later, you always burnt them on sides, but I still used to love them
And we used to feast on them, still shivering with cold and tingling with happiness that had seeped into us.
I was wrong, the rain had never been ours, I only have a memory to hold, to cherish, the bittersweet rain, loving but never being loved back.
Rain will continue on forever, but us, our existence it will fade away, we were only there for a little while, she is beautiful, I know, you love her, I know.
I’ll tell you today, about all my love and dreams, and will leave broken but free, crashed but ready to fly again, to soar high.