Rain drizzles down the city,
It refuses to go away.
Just like an old lover,
That refuses to say goodbye.

Even when things are over, it hangs on stubbornly.
The monsoon had ended,
Yet the rain still remains.

Ever presenting itself.
Seeping into every hole.
Soaking everything in its path –

Slowly sinking in.
Its cold wet touch.
Drizzle continues for days,
Skies dark and gray.

An eerie coldness hovers above.
Colder in the nights.
Stone cold heights.