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    It's here again...

   Heavy downpour...

   I inhaled the rain,

    cloying with petrichor.

 

      Standing at my window,

     looking out...

    Street lamps struggled aglow.

   People with brollies walking about.

 

   My eyes reached out to the heavens,

    tracing these glassy beads

      as they'd free fall...

        Falling by the sheets,

       the pattering hastens,

      periodically punctuated

     by the thunder's call.

 

     Mind is drifting and floating,

       intently listening to a

          million love wishes...

             Liquid beauty...melding, sketching...

           In light entrapped splashes.

 

         Raindrops descend and come,

         into my still life tonight...

          Won't you will me numb,

             with your chilly bite...

 

             Wide-eyed enamour...

            Catching a stray droplet or two.

             Riding the tail of a zephyr,

              finding a place where

                no trouble could ensue.

 

            An errant gust blew

           to meet with me.

          The refreshing moist

         meets my parted lips...

        Inhaling deep in this reverie...

       Into a sea of tranquillity,

        my mind slowly dips...

 

      Sigh... If the droplets were kisses...

      I would savour each and every one.

      If the moist wind came and caresses

     I would meet it in a tight embrace

   till the break of sun.

 

  What a sight...

   Almost surreal it seems...

      As the light from the surrounding

         lamps dances playfully...

        Dispersing and exploding into a

     barrage of shattered beams.

    Before it gets subdued in the drops

   caught by the leaves on a nearby tree...

 

   The drops would trickle

     and fall before merging,

      forming stranded puddles

       unable to flow...

        Rippling... Splashing... Reflecting...

      An image...

     Borne out of a fantastic show.

 

    An image of beating hearts,

     overlapping one another...

       Speaking of consequential love

          and feelings so true

        Intertwined...

     in the promise of forever...

  Slowly retrieving itself into an...

 

 

  image of you...

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Feb 19, 2015
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