Rain: The Rebirth Of A Hope

The dried leaves, in the zephyr, flew to miles away.

Somehow, I guess I have managed my wandering soul to stay. 

Soon, silence engulfed the roads 

As darkness seemed to be approaching the clouds. 

Then came the heavy downpour

With a thunder as the welcoming roar.

The raindrops on the lawn, took me to a world unknown. 

Reminisces of the dreams shuffled across, which I had once sown. 

The dripping rain droplets on my skin made the exhausted being alive

Who has already died a million times inside, and lost all the hopes of living again, a beautiful life.