One of those silly little things I feel like writing when it rains. The pitter-patter of raindrops creates a natural rhythm and some words just fall into place. I am not too good at rhyming and often clueless to throw one word after another...but somedays there is a broken song, beautiful in its swaying away from perfection. It's not a good poem and it's not according to meter, it doesn't follow any rules. It's a little of this a little of that...somehow I feel guilty about writing poetry, especially verse that rhymes. Still, somedays I should allow myself the luxury of posting something totally useless.
Just like that, learning to say my goodbye's better...
No sooner than I fell in love with youIt was the time to say goodbye
I could tell you, I never fell in love with the city
May be you would actually believe my lie
As I think of you, the city blooms
The rains sing a night's silent lullaby