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It Was Pouring Outside That DayIt Was Pouring Outside That Day
It was pouring outside that day,
Just the way my heart was
pouring through my eyes.
Every raindrop carried
A happy memory
we had once shared.
I saw the first time you looked at me,
Like a child searching for its mother.
I saw the first time you held my hand,
As though you were holding
our entire world.
I remembered the first time you touched me,
And I trembled like a little bird,
Drenched in the rain.
As if time itself had paused,
Just to watch us.
I saw those sleepless nights,
When you listened to all my endless blabber
Without a single complaint.
Then, suddenly,
The rain inside me stopped—
Not the one falling from the sky.
I felt you wipe away my tears
With your cold hand,
Just like the warmth
Of our fading connection.
And then I returned to reality,
Where it rains,
Where the sun still shines,
Yet life remains the same—
Just like your touch
Has become now.It was pouring outside that day,
Just the way my heart was
pouring through my eyes.
Every raindrop carried
A happy memory
we had once shared.
I saw the first time you looked at me,
Like a child searching for its mother.
I saw the first time you held my hand,
As though you were holding
our entire world.
I remembered the first time you touched me,
And I trembled like a little bird,
Drenched in the rain.
As if time itself had paused,
Just to watch us.
I saw those sleepless nights,
When you listened to all my endless blabber
Without a single complaint.
Then, suddenly,
The rain inside me stopped—
Not the one falling from the sky.
I felt you wipe away my tears
With your cold hand,
Just like the warmth
Of our fading connection.
And then I returned to reality,
Where it rains,
Where the sun still shines,
Yet life remains the same—
Just like your touch
Has become now.
— মৌমিতা— Moumita
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