A short poetic piece romanticizing a mundane rainy evening – the power’s gone, and the TV won’t work. Drowsily waking up from my slumber, I sit by the window sill. The events that follow are captured in this short composition.
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Crouched in front of my window, I see it all
The alleyway plunged into darkness
The only source of light, a flickering bulb
Shining with all its might, casting a dim light
An utterly drenched man returning home in hurried steps
I see it all.
The rain pouring down in torrents.
An ancient ivory ambassador makes its way through the narrow street
Its headlight broken, the rumbling engine giving life to the deserted region
I see it all.
The rain now relegated to a drizzle
A couple huddled under an umbrella
I see their cold lips touch
They kiss; sparks fly
Rain – it somehow evokes the deepest desires of my heart and mind.
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