#sanketshrestha
Her kind of rain was the kind that drizzled
Her drizzles were like soft rain,
On grey days, they made perfect sense to align with interspersed clouds hanging heavy on blue-less skies
But on days when a storm beckoned it's calling
I lost her,
She drowned
Somewhere
Where it never drizzled
Always rained.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 8:26 PM UTC