Today it was raining heavily,
I saw a man lying on the ground and
I saw a small girl in white clothes,
Under a black umbrella,
holding it above their head,
I was approaching the girl,
The air was becoming creepier.
I saw the little girl was engaged in last conversation,
with her dead father, under the umbrella,
I shivered, I noticed I was on cremation ground.
Maybe, she was utilizing the time rain borrowed her.
before her father was going to be ashes.
Rain please do me a favor,
Please wash away the ashes again after the cremation.
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