Rain

I like when it rains not out of that earthy smell Yet it whispers a nostalgic spell Some dissolving silhouettes and echoes of yesterday An unyielding fragment till today A quiet coax to sehnsucht—though it's never been that way A touch of unerasable shards will be enclosed in warmth of my soul till my last day Bound by cosmic lock, Written in immutable ink I love when it rains not out of that earthy smell.