Whenever It Rains in This City – Scribe – Medium – My fav Poet

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Whenever it rains in this city,
I remember your eyes.
I wonder if they ever
shed a single tear for me.

While people take shelter,
I run out to feel the drops
on my face, hands, and arms;
in case the same cloud showered you once.

Whenever it rains in this city,
I recall the day you were drenched.
With a thoughtful face, you came to me,
as my love letter awaited in my bag.

I held my umbrella over your head
and revealed I wrote you a letter.
You promised to read it.
As a reply, you burned it.

Whenever it rains in this city,
I remember the ashes
and my heart in that envelope,
filling the white pages.

Whenever it rains in this city,
I remember walking you home,
covering you with my umbrella
all the way, as I got soaked.

And upon arriving at your door,
how we exchanged glances for a moment,
how I forgot about the letter,
taking a mental picture.

Whenever it rains in this city,
I wish I could kiss you once;
I wish I didn’t write that letter;
I wish I never knew you.

Whenever it rains in this city,
I long to be
the rain
that drenches you.

via Whenever It Rains in This City – Scribe – Medium

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