It Rains in Scotland
When it rains in Scotland,
It reminds me of home.
I see the scattered raindrops
making their way down the
window, if it were home, they
would graciously enter in.
When it rains in Scotland,
It takes me back to that
August afternoon 3 years back,
the raindrops danced at the tune
of love, it wasn’t home but it
felt like one.
When it rains in Scotland,
It reminds me of that cold
cold February 1436 km
between us. We usually have
distance but this time our hearts
felt apart.
When it rains in Scotland,
I find myself deep in thought,
thoughts of you, us; when we
were together. I find myself
singing about you, us; now that
we are 3200 km apart.
When it rains in Scotland,
I often go back to the time
I sat in the cafeteria, trying to
eat my feelings. I go back to
him, he sat next to me, helped
me gulp down my sorrows.
When it rains in Scotland,
I look back perturbed and
find an unrecognizable version
of my desolate self – staring in
the abyss.
When it rains in Scotland,
I am reminded that even in the
Coldest of the weather, there
Is a warm heart, beating, enduring,
Resisting; living.
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