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When It Rains and it is Night 

The street light catches falling rain 
in a yellow sulphur glow, 
I see a kid holding on to the window sill 
and looking out into the rain. 
A car drives down the quiet night, 
Its wipers sounding like loud heartbeats. 
It is a silent night... 
And I am reminded of you. 


  1. ...very strong imagery, Rajesh. Keep up the good writing.

  2. This is beautiful, I don't know how I missed it before. Wonderful writing Rajesh!


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