Appertaining as nature is conceivably,
Perhaps eavesdropping my mood.
For it starts raining heavily,
And agony being resembled,
Persuading to engrave my sorrow.
As clouds enshroud the sky,
Memories made mists swarm my mind.
There are thunderclaps; up and high,
Cause of crusade of the souvenirs,
I stand deserted and disgraced.
Next starts raining; heavy and inferior,
Replicating emotions’ crests and troughs.
And when it all turns to be better,
The rendezvous too departs,
For their arrival again very soon.
THE RAIN THAT SOOTHED US BEFORE,
IS PIERCING MY HEART TO THE CORE.
NOW, I CRY AT YOUR NOSTALGIC SMILE,
UNLIKE BEFORE WHEN I SMILED AT IT.