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When the umbrella is gone

And so it poured ,

Like heavens had given up,

Like it was the end.


The thunder was deafening,

like it wanted to say something,

or prevent something being said.


There was a time I loved the rain,

I danced , I jumped and thumped my chest

But now

I walked slowly,

Clutching the last hope,

Maybe I am drowning.


Maybe , Maybe is the wrong word,

because I know exactly,

The rain hurts when the umbrella is gone.






2 responses to “When the umbrella is gone”

  1. twopaisepoems Avatar

    “The rain hurts when the umbrella is gone” – Love this line, beautiful philosophical undertone, works on so many levels.

    1. admin Avatar

      Thanks a Lot for your comments 🙂 Poetry is so beautiful…open to interpretations based on the readers own experiences

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