I am on the edge of the bed, my head half hanging down, my hair flowing, with the direction of the fan, I wish they touched the floor but I got them chopped. My head bends and I look at the balcony door , the wet floor. I see the rain. I try but I never feel it. The rain might have brought happiness to some. For me, it has brought gloom. My heart wrenches , every time I see someone who drenches , I long. I long for the moments I felt the rain. The water that seeped, not only through my clothes but reached my heart. The calm , the cold, all the peace. It's been time , I felt the rain , maybe it's just my brain That all the effort goes vain. Maybe I am not programmed like others , maybe I refrain. I don't know whatever it is, I just know it's been time , I have been barren and dry , I haven't let out a cry. I wish next time it rains , I get washed away like ink stains... Avi #intense
