Happiness and Rain

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I’ve been missing rain, green

wet leaves and shiny tar, singing

hot pakodas, warmed flaky

puffs and cold hands

touching my cheeks

sinking, into a fat book and red

razai, soaked in the sounds

of my green rainy window

It rained today.  And I feel like walking backwards.  Slanting sideways.  And sliding in the rain.