All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quite, persistent rain.
What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
so often? Is it?
That never the ease,
even the hardness,
of rain falling
will have for me
something other than this,
something not so persevering
am I to be locked in this
Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,
the getting out cosy,
of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be together wet
with a decent happiness,
He took away my heart by a decent surprise,
Displaying floral all around,
The rain falling softly upon our face,
Takes us together into a magical place,
The rain falling softly on his hair,
Lets my soul float in the air,
The rain touching my little feet
Making him surrender by himself under it.
This is the perfect moment,
When two good souls met under heaven.
Thunder and lightning fill up the skies,
Creating an opera orchestral symphony,
With wind, sun, storm and clouds,
Seven colors, we brought together,
And joy in our hearts,
Felt like A miracle.
By-: Ms. Priyanka Singh