Is it raining there too?
The pit pattering of the rain on the concrete roof,
The rich smell of wet earth,
The sharp white of lightning,
The deep call of thunder,
The temporary rivulets on the beaten mud path;
Are they making you cry too?
Every rainy afternoon, I fall in love with you.
Photo courtesy: deviantart.com
Oh how I wish it was raining here too.
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hmm :-)
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i used that in a poem too
nice word
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