Rohan Dinde
Aug 24, 2017 · 1 min read

The rain,

the holy creepy heavy rain

that came not just with the heavy drops

but with the unstopable storm of

hopes.

I decided not to get wet in it,

but it put me down.

I decided to get over it, get dry,

it put me down.

And when I decided

to dance in it

it put me down as well!

Now what I see,

is the rush of running clouds

that have done their job

and are rushing

onto the next one!

Just below the clouds,

I see the glow, a bit red, a bit hot,

unparalleled glow of

the achievements of struggle

while the rain was on

and it includes,

a wet valet, with wet money,

a wet bag, with wet belongings,

a wet heart, with a new wet wittiness!

The rain would come back

again the next season,

I will get wet,

again the next season

the cycle will just go on!

But the question unanswered is,

Why all this?!

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