He came like the rain.
And I’ve always been fascinated with rains.

At first he was a dew, he smelled good and it felt good.

Then without knowing he became drizzle and I enjoyed him. Sometimes He makes me feel light, sometimes he makes me greedy.
Every drop of this precious drizzle
makes my heart yearn for more, pound for more.

And to my request, He became the rain.
There was no restriction now.
No limit, just pure fun.

I love the rain. But he was not the rain.
He was him.A body with soul.
He made me laugh and hope.
He made me naked grow weary
More of him and I drowned.

I thought I was in love with the drops of his kisses
I thought I was in love with the floods of his affection
The comfort he brings
when I’m on the edge of the sweltering heat of depression.
I thought I was in it for the rain.

I was delusional.
I was conquered by my loneliness,
my impiousness
and suddenly
You became a storm.