It's raining outside,
while I'm right here,
thinking of you,
wanting you by my side,
like the raindrops trailing by,
in a pattern that somewhat,
falls into the blue of your eyes.

The colors that I could see,
washed away at once,
some shades of the fragrance,
on the pallete of my dreams,
to add another colour of love,
while it passes in a single gleen,
before closing the sky to our last 'love scene'.