I hope it rains today. .
To transform me into an artifact from a mere lump of clay. . . .
Years have passed but its still the same. . . .
The silent breeze still whispers that name,
That moment of truth which was once a lie!
Underneath that blue umbrella which was my sky,
I hope it rains today for the heavens have to cry,
To drip over the innocence which once made us fly. . . .
Even If it doesnt rain, i ll still be drenched,
For, as u ve squeezed me in and out nothing is left to be drained!
-original by: abhi
