Like the rain,
First little tiny droplets of a drizzle,
Then streams of water flowing down springs,
And finally, the last and heaviest of rushing floods.
Unlike the rest,
There is no willpower to stop,
Unlike the rest,
Each drop holds a significance,
I confess,
Since that day,
I've never stopped missing you,
Ever.
Author's note: I know the photographs are totally irrelevant but its a short detail of what is happening this week. Busy busy week ahead.
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