in a rain
in the drops
and the sound they make
as they unflinchingly fall
touching a heavenly place
something grand,
around the trees
swinging smoothly with the wind
on a small timeworn
unlit road
way to neverland
something piercing,
can still smell
the scent
of last monsoon
and the indistinct
college memories
of you me
the high times
felt like a storm
lookin for what...
Vik has no clue
