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Rain in the Morning

It rained this morning,
The sky that was dark and broody
All these days
Broke into tears
With a loud clap of thunder.

The earth let out it's pent up lust
With vapor floating
Over black tar roads
And tin tops.

I had washed my car a while ago.
Raindrops,
Bouncing bubbles bursting
And dancing
Would have drenched it
All over again.

Everything I know
Follows some weird rules of its own.
It rains when it rains
And takes no notice of me.

Everything that happens around me
Everything that surrounds me
Reminds me
So much of you.

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  1. Beautiful poem Rajesh... I know that feeling that everything that surrounds me reminds me of him... xox

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  2. Any poem with rain is good. OK not really. This one is though.

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