I have always believed

I have always believed that the rains around me grew up as I did.

Look at them now, giving it back just like they received.
Rebellious and idealistic, they were also in my teens.

I have always believed that the rains around me grew up as I did.

Moody flings, we now have, with multiple seasons,
Experienced and fickle, sometimes
Fickle and naive, the others.

Dreading what our world has in store
Polluting others, sometimes
Contaminated by them, the others.

I have always believed that the rains around me grew up as I did.

Sweetly, we’d talk
The same aura, we had,
fresh and lively, in the morning
noisy and bright.

Now, full of fumes,
gray and stale,
We disappear in the crowd, all too hale.

Appearances, we keep,
Drowning our skies in colours abound, sometimes,
Drowning others in overflowing garbage, the others.

I have always believed that the rains around me grew up and apart, as I did.

On brighter days, I live a little more
green leaves, soggy paper boats, I prefer not anymore.

I have always believed that the rains around me grew up and apart, as I did.

Like sisters married:
Stale conversations,
the same explanations.

But once, every charming midnight,
we go back in time,
on my favourite adventure,
in the balcony, out the window rails,
we seek out each other,
Spreading hands wide,
We talk, we reconcile
Age and I.

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