A Rainfall of Nostalgia

On a rainy night in my hometown,

A surge of memories comes by.

As the sky cries the tears of joy,

I come home where once my dreams could fly.

In the whispers of the fresh rain,

I can still find peace in these familiar lanes.

As my roots embrace me, I keep revisiting,

The memories of those bygone rainy days.

The fragrance of the wet earth warms my heart.

In this nostalgic delight, I continue to dance.  

To the nocturnal symphony, I find my trance,

While my hometown sings those timeless romances.