The rain was a gentle lover today,
so tenderly caressing the earth,
kissing her all over,
with little whispers.

And when I started watching
like a ******,
he pulled a veil over me.
and I saw, first,
the river below me,
then the green canopies,
the distant jagged skyline
with its stacked matchboxes,
then even the blue sky
with its hanging clouds,
all merge like a phantasm
into a grey cataract...

When he was finally satiated,
he lifted the veil
and before me she lay
in languid rapture.
and from her wafted
the strange, delicate, fragrance
of her sated desires.

And even as I watched,
the grey sky, as if nothing had happened,
adjusted her curls and pinned a bow on it.

And I gave them a knowing smile.