I have no clue where thoughts come from. A fast retort. Short stories. Tall tales. Chronicles of life. Anything. Everything. From everyday life.
Friday
First Rains, Bombay
Felt so complete soaking in the rain
Felt no sorrow, no pain
It may give me a cold but I don't care
There's a calming sensation from grass to air
The feeling of love I don't have, I will gain
Because my heart falls open as I stand in the rain
The earth smelled of fresh, wet mud,
The leaves danced in the downpour, blushing green
I raised my face heavenwards
The giant shower and gusty winds
Descended thunderously
To quench a parched city's thirst
To give hope and re birth
To know happiness abound
Today, it rained
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