Rain is gloriously beautiful at night, amidst the starry sky.
Don't know why but while watching the rain , there fades all my pain.
I think rain has a special power since it can make anyone to fall in love with it.
Back then , there were days when I loved jumping into puddles on my way from school.
And now I am here , left helpless that I can't even meet the Rain again.
But back then , there were days where in heavy rain
I used to make paper boats with my siblings & my grandma
just to make it sail in lakes , and the smile that moment drew on on our face was priceless. But now I am here so helpless that can enjoy the rain no more and can do nothing but to write a poem on it.
There were those good old days in my memory when I closed my eyes ,stretched my hands and danced to the music of rain.
And now I am here left helpless , sitting at my window and just watching the rain burrowing into the soil slowly.
There were some good old days where rain was my favorite music . And while
listening to it my soul danced with the plants & trees around me .
But now I am here left helpless,
And all I can do now is just to smile at the rain ,
And pray God to meet my good old friend rain , soon .