Rain rain come and stay

Enjoy the first touch of Raindrops falling on your face and redeem your childhood moments

I sit by my window and listen to the thunder,

Looking at the wet streets through the frosty glass

With the Drops of rain drawing so many patterns

Wobbling my figment of imagination

As I mutter a song in my mind

Watching the wavelets on the water logged streets

I wipe the misty drops on my window pane

Leaving a mark like my memory

With the faint remembrance of my good old days

The hobbling through the rain water on my way back home

From school waiting to play football in the rain,

For life goes by as a bunch of fleeting moments

But the rain comes every year with the mark of remembrance

And even though we change with the passing of the days

The memories of silence still hold back it its own ways