Rains-The Way it Rains

Every time I see it raining I can't avoid my expressions and I think no one would be there who can avoid it either.It used to rain with thunder and lightning in MP/Chattisgarh and than i almost forgot the feel of rains while living in Delhi.I guess It's only after living in cities like Pune and Bangalore one can really feel - the WAY it rains !!!!

Rains, Rains,the way it Rains

There's something mystic to When it Rains,

Its when U can't even look for a single distance,

U start looking for much deep within.

A old granny,a young girl,a lost soul,

They all sit next to windows of their homes,

With each drop it pours,A big smile flows across

With each pearl of rain,it gives a touch of a vast sea,

Sweet voyage of past for the old granny,

String of Innocent dreams for the young girl,

Already Read Book of memories for a lonely soul,

With each drop they all cross next frame of hopes.

One step out in rain with hands flying far across,

With each drop that touches your fingers and soul,

U feel a ray of hope, a feel of some special so close,

Goes ahead a new step leaving all bads behind.

Here i go mesmerized with the WAY it RAINS!!!

Writter : Akanksha
(Note : Self Creation)