The Paper Boat

The rain is back, I hear it pouring

I hear the drops tapping on my window

As if to say Hey! How are you doing?

I am here to stay, to be with you.

I sat and kept going through an old book

Trying to read something which I knew 

I was not

It was just the flipping of pages

And just a weird thought.

The rain pushed harder as if calling out 

It forced me to get up and walk about.

I thought for a while look at the rain

It comes every year to wash and clean

It knocked hard at the window pane

As if it wanted me speak out my pain.

My wrinkled face had the rain kissing it by

I remember playing with it when I was a little child.

I took out my hand as if I needed to hold it tight

While the rain kept dripping out of all the sides.

I closed the window and sat back

Took out a paper from the rack.

There I was making my own little boat

As I used to make as a liitle boy.

I opened my door with my feeble hands

Saw a puddle out and set my boat to float

The rain carried it away and I smiled

As if she just came to me to bring out

Once again that little child.