They say they love the rain, For me, it’s just a pain… That too the pouring without season, To abhor rain, it gives me a bigger reason… But there were days when I used to badly wait for monsoons, My small fingers in wait to touch the droplets and globules… Days when I had time to sit and enjoy its beauty, When I used to wait to get drenched in its purity… Where had those beautiful days gone? Why don’t I wait to get drenched anymore? I want to know about my sudden hatred towards rain, Is it because it forces me to be confined in my home? Or because of the darkness of these clouds, Pouring like crazy and thundering so loud… I feel they are here to take some revenge, But what is it that they are so desperate to avenge… Or is it the sky crying so hard, Shedding its tears and roaring so hard… I just want my beautiful sun back, That brings a smile in my day’s rack… Am I thinking too pessimistic about the rain? Why am I only imagining tears, reven...