On rainy evenings as these,
Do you feel the same?
Do you miss the tea we shared?
Do you miss the petrichor like I do?
Or the drops that drenched us wet are missed?
I miss everything.
I miss the rain that used to get our hearts, drenched.
I miss the fragrance of rain that used to take us along.
I miss your breath in the smoked coffee, we used to share.
I know you feel the same.
On rainy evenings, as these.