Listening to the sound of raindrops
jumping like a happy puppy on my rooftop
A light passes through my mind
projecting a blurry image
I can hear the similar sound of rain.
But here, the drops are jumping
Under which you & I are trying to fit in
like the glass shoe into Cinderella.
As I unconsciously step into a puddle,
my white sneakers turns brown
embarrassed of my clumsy self,
I turned red and looked down
"it's okay, it's just a stupid rainy day"
Our arms collide as we start walking
and pretend like it was nothing.
As if our hearts didn't pound louder
than the thuds of the rain drops
As if you didn't desire to feel
the warmth of my embrace,
hoping to melt your heart
that has been cold since an early age.
But we blew all this away
like an eyelash on an 8 year old's fist
these desires, we now resist
will come true when time permits.
Today we are laying under the same rain
hearing the same thuds of raindrops.
You & I are breathing together,
But under different rooftops.
I again jump into a puddle,
splashing the mud of our memories
that doesn't wash away so fast.
It's an emotional catastrophe
for me, whenever it rains,
Of us on that evening of May.
the rain brings to my nostrils
your fragrance by a strange way,
"just another stupid rainy day."
