The Magic Of Rain

There are many shades to melancholy 

But the rainy shade is my favorite one, 

Like magic tales are petrichors spun, 

Heavy drops of memory Come flooding by, 

As spools of regret come undone, 

Nostalgia awakens like distant rumble, 

Sparrow take flight under absent sun, 

Dandelions of thought bloom from aeons past, 

Pangs of present of which I want none, 

My heart dances often to many a song bird 's tune, 

But the lullaby of the rain is my favourite one.