Rain.

Rain, my old friend,

you have always been a close confidante​,

since the beginning.

Whenever I needed to veil my teary eyes,

you were there, to back me up.

Falling from the sky, leaving the clouds,

coming down, just to meet me,

to console me, tell me, that,

I can weep in front you, for you’re a friend.

I remember, one day when I couldn’t hold it back,

I gave up on everything and I wailed,

You, too, cried with me, and that day, it hailed.

The weather became dismal,

You told the world how lonesome I felt,

but no one listened, no one cared.

Rain, my old friend, I’m calling out for you, again.

Where have you gone? I need you here with me.

Melancholia has again clouded my life,

I’m, again, drowning in the river of sorrow and pain.

Rain, my old friend, I’m calling out for you, again.

-Abhishek Gupta

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