Drips of flooding thoughts
Tip-taps on the window.
Drop after drops.
Crying hours of the
Sad clouds.
Rain and me are quite the same.
Rain causes floods,
So does my mind,
Flooding me with endless thoughts.
Thoughts that drowns me in.
Slipping away from the tasks.
Doused with the rain in my heart.
My heart dares not to pour.
Rain and I are not same after all.
Rain is wet,
My mind dry with
Cactus heart
-Tanish
