Rainy day
Another rainyday yet no memories to unwind
Of tea, the tales and the times I left behind
Of puddle, the petrichor and the paperboat
Only the rush to seek refuge in this raincoat
What's called dreary, deluge and disaster now
Was once the thrumming music , when or how
"It's just science with a different name"
Yet smell, showers and storms are all the same
"Am I too lost to indulge in this" - profane
I see the vein of tears on my window pane
A paperboat still braves to sale on concerte floor
Perhaps there's hope around the corner like before
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