Rain makes me miss home.
It is a cruel reminder of the hardships people face every year, sometimes with their lives.
It is freedom I feel when I see the rains in Bombay.
The broiling sea,
the gloomy brightness,
the drizzling manna -
replenishing the soul.
Giving strength to carry on, not the fear
of staying up all night'with accepted fate of meeting death.
It is a cruel reminder of the hardships people face every year, sometimes with their lives.
It is freedom I feel when I see the rains in Bombay.
The broiling sea,
the gloomy brightness,
the drizzling manna -
replenishing the soul.
Giving strength to carry on, not the fear
of staying up all night'with accepted fate of meeting death.
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