it's funny how people
seek solace in the rain
but still call it the season of romance.
maybe it's about the overbearing loneliness
that makes them give it
a hopeless one but still
a chance.
and that overwhelming blurriness my dear
which puts a lot in perspective.
or maybe it's just the way
the rain sets us equal-
you and me,
irrespective.
something about the cold heavy air
yet ironically how it makes the heart lighter
maybe a bit of half-hearted hope
that times that await us are brighter.
a little expectation but that bit of apprehension
and the sky pouring defiantly as it fights the shining sun.
"maybe tomorrow is a new day
maybe we'll make it ourselves."
it's funny how we seek solace in the rain
and find it within ourselves.

~Dishashree Swain