The rain here
The rain looks different here It doesn’t anymore make noise on the roof It does not spread the soil’s fragrance There are no kids out to make paper boats now Their boats are stolen by the tall buildings, fancy schools and busy parents Now the rain falls all alone No one has time to watch it from window while sipping tea Rain is now different here People are busy and so is rain It is sad and alone But it has not given up It still fills up the sky It pours and it cares Making the trees happy Hoping to see kids again making paper boats and dancing