I talked to the rain

You may find it unreal
but I talked to the rain.
by bearing all that heat ,
she tried to fly ,
those big dreams in small eyes,
finally came down as cry,
as cry her emotion fell down
she fell down with the fear,
no, not a fear of something that she feel,
but something that she hears ,
coldness surrounds her as she comes down ‘
and now she is falling alone in the lane ‘
you may find it unreal’
but I talked to the rain.

but one day hopes knoked her soul and she again started to fly ,
now there was bright sunshine and colour but no cry ‘
no cry I can see as I peep out of my window,
and everyone now wish she might come again ‘
you may find it unreal,
but I talked to the rain.

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