Rain is not my enemy,
it is not my friend either.
Rain is like that long forgotten memory,
which scathe my wounds even deep.
Its like that old friend that tells you,
what happened to your girl back home,
and you sink in deep trenches of dolor.
No, rain is not my friend or foe,
Its just that the sound of each falling
perfectly round shaped water droplets,
reminds of a piece of me which,
I left at home.
So, I pray it to rain,
Not because I have disdain for the sun
But I like to scratch my wounds more
So that I keep myself mindful
Of what I once had and now I have not.
But still rain is not my friend
But I don't hate it either.
