The raindrops fell in my
cup of coffee which was without
S U G A R,
at least, now it was edible for my soul.
But what about the cinnamon rolls
which are now soaked in rainwater?
"can I still eat them?"
I asked myself holding the
soggy dessert in my hand and
thinking if it will still taste the same.
Probably not, but I have heard
R A I N M A K E S E V E R Y T H I N G
B E T T E R.
They were drenched in the melancholy
of not being the same anymore
and it faded when I took the first bite.
No, they weren't the same and neither
they were better but I savored their sweetness
before it could suffocate and then finally
F A D E.
And I guess that was enough.
It's raining right now but that's a total coincidence because I wrote this poem last night. The poem was incomplete last night but the weather helped me fill the missing words.
Fun fact: I have never eaten a cinnamon roll but I'm totally going to have one soon now.
How is the weather in your city right now?
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Written by Rebekka Kaur
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