As the rain drops fell on my face,
I felt my inhibitions slipping away.
The world was finding new paths to trace,
While I was regretting and cursing the day.
The drops soon turned to a rivulet,
My mind was trapped in a mesh,
The rivulet flowed seamlessly without any regret,
I was losing this game of chess.
As I looked around I found I was standing on a pool,
I deftly played my master stroke,
I had finally proved that I was no longer an infatuated fool.
The final clash and all the shackles effortlessly broke..