The Berlin Rain

Of my first impressions on Berlin… 

The neon lights shined on

lighting up the streets of Berlin,

The cold breeze hit my face,

but the raindrops felt like gentle pecks on my skin

Walking on that rusted & wired bridge

towards the old station to catch a train

I turned to my friend and spoke to him

of my thoughts on the Berlin rain

Oh Berlin rain!

Why did you feel like my own

and yet were not mine,

Why did you drench me and run away

only so I’d find solace in a bottle of wine?

So I did drink with gusto that night

laughing and losing behind your pain

Yet you trickled down through my hair

reminding me of your whispers again

I stood by the window, still with my glass

Dim outside, your droplets were on the sill;

I had taken shelter at last, but I missed you

and I wished for another heart for you to fill. 

“… she stood by the window…”



  1. satvik says:

    You took the pics as well?


  2. Two of them are mine, yes. The middle one is JD's click.


  3. Really like it 🙂


  4. love the first pic~!


  5. Thanks Sunny!


  6. JD says:

    Now i understood what you meant about the pic. JD copyrights violated 🙂

    Well crafted “Berlin Rain” in words 🙂


  7. Thanks Jatin! 🙂 Btw, the snap will stay 😛


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