Scribbling

“There's something different about the night after rain,

Something the way it makes you feel

It passes by, in certain silence

Yet, as if screaming its heart out, or just drunk

Trying to act as if sober,

Holding onto trees and lamp-posts

While stumbling and fumbling

Something the way it stirs your heart and puts wave inside,

Which carry stories, told-untold, heard-unheard, and happened or yet to…

There’s something special about the night after rain,

Something the way it hugs you,

Kisses you,

Looks right into your eyes and whispers in your ear  

Secrets - secrets that defines you.”