Thursday, August 30, 2018

An old man in the rain


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.