When the Rain Stops

The blue becomes murky. The rain comes down in torrents. I can feel the breeze touching a chord in my skin. It’s cold, freezing me deep in the bounds of my body. The whole lot is in the doldrums. And reminiscences of you persist in bringing to the surface what went before that I have previously put behind me. Yet again, I can’t steer clear of the thoughts of you plugging away, messing up with my mind causing me to be like a cat on a hot tin roof.

Be that as it may, it’s closing stages by now. I don’t get hold of your heart to any further extent. I grasp that it’s just my daftness and folly that I was dim-witted for you even now. You’re gone now, far afield from me; you’re not here by my side thanks to my half-baked smugness and self-worth.

I have previously put you out of my mind; however, it’s bucketing at this juncture. And the thoughts of you swing by and tormented me all through the hours of darkness. All the same, I know the downpour will run its term and the thoughts of you peter out at a snail’s pace. Gazing at the rain drops tipping down, it’s quite akin to what I am feeling at this jiffy, going to the wall.

I don’t pine for you. It’s the reminiscences that we have piercing me deep within my shattered heart. In days akin this, I unearthed our crystal-clear memories together putting up with the thoughts that your gone by now. The memories we had together is merely a memory and that what makes me plough through to make ends meet.

I had emptied my mind from the thoughts of you yet again, when it buckets down, I know it will come flooding back once more. All the memories I had keep under wraps persist in rummage of you but downpour will indisputably come to a standstill and the thoughts of you will wane inch by inch.

If truth be told, when on earth I see your happy face, I take a crack at smiling back for I won’t get hold of you anymore and there is no way to come back to you. I was brooding about what to do now that it is over and done with. The lone thing I could do is to regret my inanity. Regret that I don’t have you because I was so stupid.

“This is going to repeat again because it always rains. When the rain stops, I will stop.”