Nothing
feels more liberating,
Than a
walk in the rain.
For
beings like me,
It’s a
detour from the living pain.
The
experience is more beautiful,
In nights
like these,
When the
pour down is heavy,
And light
flickers in the breeze.
Such
nights make me feel young,
And
create memories of a time that never was.
I roam
the roads like a hero,
Acknowledging
the patter as applause.
I come
back to reality,
As I see
a woman rushing under a shed.
I have
grown old,
Reminds me,
this umbrella I hold over my head.
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