Rain as I know it

Rain ...
Holding a cup of tea I sit in the balcony. The nimbus pours its heart out.
Rain ...
The feeling of warmth wraps myself as if a forgotten cherished moment just relived.
Rain ...
When the music echoes across the ground, seems like the soul is calling
Rain ...
A teardrop or laughter, entangles the mind like a wordless song
Rain ...
Dripping hairs and puddles to splash, a childhood football match
Rain ...
Cycling away against the shower and losing with a winning grin
Rain ...
My head leaning on your shoulder like just a lover's whim
Rain ...
Freedom from past as the pain washes out with the tears
Rain ...
Drenched to the core, a smile unleashes, Dancing in The Rain!

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