When it pours

When it pours outside

I get drenched in showers of memories

Memories,which are buried deep beneath the time

Memories which are assumingly dead

But these magical showers make these deep sown seeds sprout

And these grow into trees so huge

The trees that flaunt all the colours

Ranging right from light to bright

Not all the fruits are sweet but sure

Some of them are dearly sour

And suddenly when the rain stops

The clouds of memories stand empty

The huge trees that filled my mind

Vanish in thin air as if they weren’t ever there

Once again my present takes its toll over me

And past has no control over me

The fuel that drives me is my future

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