Rain O Rain

Rain O Rain

Oh how have I grown up?

A young me once picturized,

Maybe the god above left his tap open,

A doubt which science later clarified,

No young man , only Precipitation.

My Imagination down the drain,

With the pure water of the rain.

Oh how have I grown up?

My mother pulled my aside to dry my hair ,

Like leaves being dragged by a rake

She comforts me now by saying life isn't fair

When I am sulking due to heartbreak.

My innocence down the drain ,

With the pouring water of the rain.

Going back in time through the clouds and the rain,

When physical was the only type of pain,

When all I worried was for tea and snacks,

And not the load in my heavy backpacks.

Oh how have I grown up?!

And I can't wait to go back again!