That day it was raining
when you kept stabbing me
with the words breathing fire

That day it was raining…
the heaven’s teardrops
turning pearls of blood
when your words outpoured
the rain, pored and gored me…

That day it was raining
with the moon having
committed suicide, scared at
the fire-soaked words you’re
going to murder me with…

That day it was raining
you fully drenched
yet hot inside
me too wet fully
and yet burning in
the pyre of words…

That day it was raining…
After the heavy pouring,
you and the rain left,
With the remnants of
the rain and your words
still raining on my corpse…