Rain, rain, don’t go away.

I love how the sky looks just after rainAs if all world has been washed in the washing machineThey romanticise the raindrops, the smell of earthWhile I idealize children laughing with mirth It almost feels like a different world,Almost like, a fake realityI used to think rain was the crying from heavenBrought on bad deeds… Continue reading Rain, rain, don’t go away.