Times when it pours over…
flooding emotions sometimes…
drizzling just a flicker of a thought…
Slanted thick annoying drops,
forcefully enter your home,
from inside an open window,
right into your life,
without consent…
Condensed cubes,
beating you up savagely,
for unknowingly loving
transparent waters at the 1st place,
trusting innocently
all the different skins
it can slip under…
or just those arrow straight
pinching piercing realizations…
P.S. Some ages are counted not by springs, but by raindrops-being-drenched-under…
P.P.S. I am probably more than a hundred years old…
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