It rained and rained,

The rain drops tiptoed on streets, over the grass, down the stairs.

It rained and rained the whole day.

A smoky air from the kitchen mixed with the smell of the wet ground,

Spread an aroma familiar yet strange.

The vessels in the sink produced rhythm

as water dropped on them from the leaking tap.

In symphony with the rain,

It sounded a bit different.

It rained and rained,

In symphony with other familiar sounds.

But no footsteps on the door mat added to it.