When the rain comes pouring through,
its the windows that shriek, pounded on and on,
the world reflected in puddles, the rainbows paints the day,
lost in the ways faraway, never wanting to return to dark days.

The scent of earth, wet and alive,
lost in the dance of the silver moon,
I keep forgetting the turns and crossroads,
paths and lanes once I walked with eyes closed.
the rain brings down a curtain, on what needs be forgotten,
on my back, on the grass, near the banks listening to the flow,
a hum in my head, of deeds done with pride,
they take to the wings, while the sky come pouring down.