Gone
are the days of umbrellas
And
the little joys of pitter patter
The
euphoria of puddles less cleaner
Splash
crashing through craters
For
it rains no more, like it used to
Gone
are the memories of romance
And
the moments of intimate chatter
The
bread of hope with a spread of butter
Hastily
gulping at the strike of hunger
For
it rains no more, like it used to
Gone
are the conversations of sweetness
And
the laziness of evenings darker
The
lightening of happiness glazing brighter
Caught
from beneath a thatched roof for shelter
For
it rains no more, like it used to
Gone
are the innocent deeds of nascence
And
the cluelessness of being a lone ranger
The
taste of freedom growing better and better
Served
graciously on a live sized platter
For
it rains no more, like it used to
-vociferous
