Author Parveen Shakir Listen, girl, these moments are clouds: you let them pass and they're gone. S o a k up the i r mo i s t t ouch. Ge t drenched. Don't waste a single drop. Listen, downpours don't remember streets, and sunshine can't read roadsigns. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments