A cloudy day

You wake me in the midst of a sultry day

(For though awake, slumbering was I)

Brooding dark and pensive grey,

You bring back memories, a little sigh

With passing days, isn’t it strange?

That it’s older times that stir the heart-

How familiar you seem, not much a change,

The very same end, the very same start

And it feels not bad, to be very true -

To walk once more in your rains again,

Wet, draggled, without a clue,

To feel that memory once called pain

Now just a part of yesterday,

There is no more an overwhelm -

And for a change, I feel glad today

In stranger lands, something’s the same

For my earth has strengthened bit by bit,

Matters not the rains that pour,

The path, with man-made lamps are lit

My dreams need shelter not any more…