Heavy Lunch and Heavy Rain.. there's some connection between them

I never imagined i would write a poem on the first day of school after holidays. I was unusually quiet in the class today. After lunch it was Hindi period. I had heavy lunch was not feeling very energetic.

The teacher first gave us revision, and asked the group students to write test and get it corrected from their leaders. As I'm a leader, I was just sitting simply. I wanted to sit outside and make my friend write. The teacher allowed some students to go out but didn't allow us.

I sat in my place, seeing outside. Just like how drops came one after one, to me words came in the same way. And that's the poem I wrote.

Every drizzle of rain shows me my past,
I can't believe it happened so fast.

The beautiful images that they cast,
It seems there wouldn't be any last.

They remind me of the ones I've lost,
And how much to me they had cost.

The gaps that the rain mends,
Proves that beauty never ends.

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