It rained today, heavy rain
And i just could take some old logs
From the backyard
Where they lie waiting for my grandfather
Who would build ships with them.
And I just could take a small flame
From the matchbox
Which my dad always used
To make a bonfire from old newspapers.
And I just could hold her close to me
From all the places I never searched for her
Where she’d always go.
And I just could tell her stories
Of old princes and demons and lost springs
and pirates and treasures and mango showers.
The heavy rain…
And the old logs still lie there...
without memories n stories,drenched in the heavy rain.....
