Rain O Rain
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!