Rain-It’s the same ever - poem by m k harikumar

Rain. It kept on and on,
Sans any more emotions.
And on its way forward
No sign of man it did find.

Rain didn’t imagine anything.
But it just went on pouring in
As if it was up against all symbols
Still, it wasn’t able to see anyone.

Rain is a constant flow:
It never ever changes
Nor takes any refinement.
Even pouring, for ages thro’,