The Rain And My Yellow Umbrella

“Innocent droplets of rain make almost all events quite natural.”

  -- Visar Zhiti

I love the rain...

When it hits the arid soil;

The mesmerising petrichor,

And my yellow umbrella.

When it washes away;

Everything that is old,

All that was, and all that could have been.

When it hides my tears,

And affliction;

Drenching my body and soul

When it tinkles on the roofs;

The sound of love,

And the curve of lips.

When it tries to touch me;

Playing peek-a-boo,

With my yellow umbrella.

When it floods the roads;

Kids swimming across,

With paper sailboats.

When I walk in it;

Every raindrop like a kiss,

Of the stars, amongst whom I wish to be.

Reminds me of all my firsts;

From flirts to fights,

And the thins and the thicks

It started with the rains,

And ended in the rain;

The story, from beginning, till the end.

I hated the rain

For the first time, with a broken heart;

But still, it helped me shroud my tears,

This time, beneath my yellow umbrella.

Today, I fell in love with the rain

All over again;

The mesmerising petrichor,

And my yellow umbrella.

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