Sometimes,
Rain is a pitter-patter song
Against the car window.
Sometimes,
Rain is a city turned into a sauna,
Sweat trickling from every armpit and brow.
Sometimes,
Rain is a tinge of sadness,
Longing to be with a special someone.
Sometimes,
Rain is that music,
Flowing from the heart as a sonorous song.
Sometimes,
Rain is a constant croaking of frogs,
A chapter from the days of childhood.
Sometimes,
Rain is that splash from a passing car,
Drenching one from head to foot.
Sometimes,
Rain is that submerged slum,
The floating school books of the poor boy.
Sometimes,
Rain is a beautiful dream,
Of a shared umbrella with one pretty and coy.
The rain-drenched city
Doesn’t have time to sail paper boats anymore.
Washed and cleansed,
The city’s beauty
Is reflected off puddles on the road.
#Hues of Life : A Collection of Poems
Straight From My Heart 