Raindrops.
No rhythm, no reason. It’s the rainy season,
The evening sun plays hide & seek with clouds as her eyelids open,
Crystal like water droplets slide on the glass panes watched by her sparkling eyes,
She’s drawing on the misty glass,
Puddles intrigue her,
The greenery fascinate her,
The trees sway to the commanding winds as she ties her hair back into its curls,
The wind dies down,
The rains pour their heart out, she is restless as some thought beckons over her calm mind,
She closes her eyes deep in thought as night falls over the damp sky,
She finds solace, her smile lights up the streetlights, the gleam in her eyes make up for the hiding moon, Her eyes have a naughty alluring appeal,
They say something..
No rhythm no reason. It’s the rainy season,
Wait no more for tomorrow’s sun,
let’s go out and have some fun!
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