Rains: to be continued

City slows it pace as it pours lazily from the sky.
The road, shining black and polished by smooth tires.
Crowd of umbrellas dexterously covers forgetful,
Stranger walks, watching those close to his hearts
A walk, towards a distant hill, mystified by clouds
A walk, down lanes of memories and dreams
A walk, with conversations walking in the streets
The rain, a great storyteller romances with the city
Romance fills the air, with a touch of being naughty
It calls, it speaks, it sings a melancholy song
Time flees and it seems to have gone so long, so long…..

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Joy

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