Rain on the rooftop

Plethora of dark clouds & the freezy wind,
The dancing leaves, the tweeting birds,
The pricking drops of rain 
And the mind travelling back
With rain down the memory lane...

The barren rooftop, the past chapters &
Essence of a withered flower
The collage of raindrops,
And the forbidden memories to shower

The croaking frogs & the singing birds
Adorn the petrichor of rain, 
While you count the battering raindrops,
And envisage the bygone moments, 
The drops of rain mix with each other
And create a shining vistas on the rooftop, 
For a new beginning without any pain,
Rain washes all your past agonies,
And you live your life again...









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