pitter-patter of the rain poem

Pitter-Patter of the Rain

I like to lose myself in the pitter-patter of the rain,
Thoughtlessly doodling in the mist on the windowpane,
Unbothered by the dark clouds, puddles, and grime,
Nostalgia takes over, I travel back in time,

Stuck in those moments that didn't last,
Conversations that ran deep too fast,
My heart raced every time you hummed a tune,
I yearn to recreate that melody every monsoon,

You were a sight for sore eyes, 
So pure like an angel in disguise,
Your smile could lit up a room,
Wilted flowers within miles would bloom,

Perhaps it was just me bewitched by own obsession,
I was in love, that’s the only reasonable confession,
It’s ancient history, but it’s engraved upon my soul,
My past is still part of me, it’s what makes me whole,

I burned all your mementos and assumed I was done,
But of course that was foolish because you’re not just anyone,
One can run away, one can hide,
Yet we can’t ignore the feelings we bury inside, 

Life goes on, even as we lose bits and pieces,
Though grief leaves its mark like stubborn creases, 
A few moments of bliss are worth the years of despair,
Time heals all wounds, so a broken heart should repair,

No point in regrets, I'd probably do it all over again,
It is what it is, I don't even mind the pain,
When the sky clears up and the sun shines through,
I'm going to miss the rain because it reminds me of you.

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