Elision. 

The weatherman talks of the downpour 

as though a steady chime 

or a docile pitter-patter,

but to me, 

raindrops on the sun-baked verandah 

crackle like a time-worn cassette 

coming back to life.

While the next lightning bolt 

splits the sky, 

the breathtaking melody 

of each exuberant droplet 

takes me back to 

the waning twilights, 

intoxicating waits 

and shared journeys.

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