RAIN

Lonesome was I that very day,

Strangers kept on passing my way;

Raindrops falling on that muddy ground,

There I was looking at, I found.

Someone in my mind I was ignoring,

Stranger was he and even details about him, I know nothing;

At certain consign where I was sitting,

I noticed someone who was fast approaching.

He appeared to be that scrawny stranger,

Whose stares and smiles had the power to make me shiver;

Unforeseen was that moment we walked home together,

And it was one of the rainy days I could afford not to remember.

That day I was able to befriend him,

Something which I thought would occur only in my dream;

I was so thankful because of that rain,

Now I know what’s keeping my heart blissful again.