an afternoon long ago

its a strange thing,the rain...
it makes you remember your pain,
as it gushes down in torrents,sad
at the years gone down the drain-


those yellow evenings long ago,
when under a heavy sky..
you watched the birds fly!
and under the setting sun,
played basketball with your friends...


those are all but memory now-
you have become a millionare and how
forced everyobne to exclaim "wow!"


deal in millions-play with diamonds...
but with a heavy heart inside
want to reverse the tide...
alone in a friendless world.


the mornings on the volleyball court-
soaked in the summer shower
with your friends in the sweet bower,
little memories gone down the drain.


as you sit beside the window,
and watch it rain,and oh!
even in your million dollar room too...
you feel those memories flooding within you.


the afternoons spent in aimless wander,
chatting with your pals....you ponder,
the anxiety,the excitement and the pain,
has it all been washed by the rain?


and thus sits the unhappy millionare,
surrounded by his sparking glassware,
thinking of those days,
when he had friends...it was a glorious phase!
of those days fallen by in vain...
of those days when he used to enjoy the rain!