What does the rain tell you?
Does it tell you how beautiful it looks?
Does it tell you how angelic it’s drops are?
It does. I am sure it does.
But, does it tell you, about a stomach that hasn’t seen food?
Has it ever told you how a broken heart feels?
Does it ever tell you about how a person who craves for love lives?
Has it ever explained why there is darkness?
Ever tried to talk about why there is so much of evil around?
NO. It has never, never it has tried to,
Because you have never thought once about it.
Never asked. Did you ever?
Only beautiful, only angelic?
No, every rain that pours has a story to tell.
It doesn’t stop by, it just continues,
That’s how the rain is.