The November Rain

So firm was the handshake 

That it held a million promises

Much like the softness of that cold November morning  

Some soft, some firm

And the tale grew a little long

You wrote and I sang along - 'The November Song'

I believed in what you wrote

So did the thrust in my throat

Knowing your words had no meaning, no depth

I still kept singing along

I wondered when the skies wept

I wondered when the roads were wet 

I wondered what still sketched the rainbow up there!

Did you also wonder sometimes, somewhat?

The mystery of rains and the bow of colours

So fascinating it is, that it draws a vibrant bond

Unknowingly we both sing along – 'The November Song'

I, in my world. You, in your world.

And, the universal chorus in our world!