The Tea & The Rain

It’s 2:10A.M -- “My Blogging Time -- 
i heard a slight... a very slight
pit-pat-patter of humpty--dumpty rain falling up on my roof.
Its essence - the droplets - were seemingly...
knocking at the very window of my room stuffed with hardcore books.

(Hardcore? 
Do i mean "HARD-COVER"?  

Urgh... ignore it.)

"What’s it? Is it rain? Oh, c’mmon, it’s Feb. not Dec.
..how can it be so-called rain, but wai.. wait.. Is it really rai...?” 
i woke up w/.. having a ping of pangy thought in wangy head;
left the swanky bed; strolled around the floor;
removed the curtain off window;
looked outside the door & saw/felt & knelt whatever
the NATURE had to be shown...

“IT'S RAIN!” I threw my fist in the air, "I must get myself in gear," i said & entered the kitchen, brought myself a half cup of tea &
got me whole strewn all ov’r the pages...with words...
holding a pen in hand & having "The Tea & The Rain" behind mirrors.

~~Twerk~~

(Pause)
10-minutes later,

"Delizioso, tè mah buon sapore, l'uomo
(umm, mah tea tastes gud, man)...,"
i took a sip &..
would start up w/throwing the cane of my thoughts in words.

Hi Rain --- 

You stair/slip down the unbound sky in the phase of rain

I hoping to cleanse up all ov’r the ink of stained pain..

...with blotched napkin of your big-bang-bestowed droplets 

as since am wet & you so wetter than i accumulate-ly immaculate 

I awaited for you since long age

(may be, it’s that long since you were tropic & i enraged)

Time’s never been befriended with me. 

its theory un-chased... put me on much wait

but i’m damn glad... do appreciate that you just came

thou', i’m not the same as i used to be

nothing left as same as before as it's supposed to be

i’m utter lost amongst the juxtaposition of war/jealousy/fate-of-hate &...

...the feel-the-zeal of betrayal b/w people, in ‘twix of kaleidoscopic conflicts,

so when you come poured deepest down to earth, 

streamed straight to the bottom of hearts,

i feel.. am freed off everything having you at my doorway

oh ... "The Lady Of Literature", mind unlock-ing the thoughts' gateway

i removed, oh hell yeah, wiped off the curtain off my window-pane..

..having you pretty heard & your symphony listened to the world, mundane..."

(Pause... 
... the speed of falling rain goes slow--down
the night's half-spent, half'll go strewn at dawn)

Hi Rain ---
"... i know, you dunno have much time to listen to such craps.
you have to go &...
...get strewn ov’r the places with coldness whilst people being lost in naps
i hear, you ain’t out there anymore, i better shut the window-pane
thou' i still have a hope to meet you again
..especially when you’re lone, i forlorn &...
 ..us both're needed a company of someone who ain't being so mean to we, disdain."

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& now the rain’s gone. It’s 03:10A.M & yeah,

the rain’s just gone.
At 2:10 it came, at 3:10, it's gone
05:10, soon will it be, & then later, it's dawn?
(Urgh... whatever... 
------------------- stupid rhyme... )

i cover the window with curtains but ..
wai... wait..
before i ev’n stop having my fingers dancing ov’r the dilemma of keyboard,
what do i see is ...
---
"the lightning sparked up in the spunk-sky” -- 
oh am reached half to the end of drunk-night"

(... am i grammatically 'ight?
urgh.. whatever..
----------------- stupid rhyme
blah.. blah... blah).

Seems, the stern rain riposting back to me,
un-huh, it is.. ev'n wittering back to me;
answering back to the sea-shells of my furrowed heart.
am getting linked up with strewn-rain again;
loosen up with everything whatsoever seems to be hooked up with fallen-droplets, oh man.

"Now i get sure, you hear me, listen to me &..
understand me whatever i have.. had to censure to you of people --
the world & the territory of trespassed-hearts. 
I still hear the roar of drizzling--grizzling dark-clouds as...
i descry... discern & behold the lightning goes lighten up with...
cold-untold, freezed-unfurled pleasure of its coldness, to what i devout...
---
"... oh the half cup of tea & cold-rain
sometimes, thoughts in so sometimes, am out
sleeping, weeding, lusting literature, resting at inn,
musically, i shout so sometimes.. being lost in censored crowd
oh the half filled, fully chilled cup...
... of tea gone empty, & the wet-time...yeah, the time-break-out,
but the Rain...
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03:59... 04:15... 04:55... mehh
  --- "sometimes, it goes, sometimes gets down
05:30... 
--- urgh
... 05:45 it's now, & am damn reached filthy-dawn."

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Biotch!

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