Something About The Rain

Something About The Rain


There is something about the rain

    and it's not about the wet clothes
                                  or umbrellas
                              or the coldness


There is something about the rain

I don't know how it is attached to the past
but while I sit here watching the drops
I smell the scent of the old days

of people who's come and gone
of love that's lived and then died
of hope that's ignited and blown off

of happiness
and of sorrow

of the old days.



Disclaimer: All poems may be or may not be from my own experience. Some are merely from observations. Just chill, don't speculate 😝😝