Goose Bumps!

When it rains

in chilling winters,

I love to walk

on empty streets

with nothing on me

but memories in me

The scent that comes

with rain, the winter rain

The rain, once when

drenching, shivering

in it we stood

and the scent penetrated

in me, in my heart just to

rise back and make me sad

at times when it rains

rains in chilling winters.

And to run away I stroll

on empty streets

trying to recall things and times

which made me happy

but now there are memories melancholy

to which goose bumps accompany...

to which goose bumps accompany

in the winter rain

with nothing on me

but memories in me…

©Rahul Singh