I stand on my porch
in the middle of the night
looking at rain trying
to drench every corner
of my dry city.
But, here I'm standing
under the white night light,
trying not to get
soaked in this pour.
I wish to go out
B U T, I B E T T E R N O T
because that's the only way I make
sure that I survive.
These days the winds and
rain wait at my doorstep,
touching the mere boundaries of my house.
Neither they can get in nor I
can come out.
It's 2020 and this year has been weird. We have been living in isolation away from people whom we love and not able to do we things we love to do. Whether it was going out and clubbing or sitting by the ocean or even shopping in stores. This poem is about a person who always used to get excited about rains and enjoy the weather by all different sorts of activities but after being in quarantine for 3 months the isolation is getting to her head. It rains outside but it always waits at her doorstep waiting for her to come out but she cannot because that's the only way she makes sure that she survives.
Do you feel being out in the sun and feeling the raindrops touching your face too?
Let me know in the comments below ♥
Written by Rebekka Kaur
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