The audacity of rain
as it kisses my cheek
in your presence.
Tiny droplets
tease my hair
daring you
Insolently.
The ramblings of rain
drowns your voice
As you talk non-stop
Of mundane things.
The thunder roars somewhere
displaying the passion
I find missing in you.
You complain
that I find comfort
in a pretence
I grudge,
It’s because
you no longer
rain on my existence.
1 comment:
Very strong write up! so different, so beautiful just for a slant in it!!! ideas are God's blessings really, & you have picked them up with a style!!!
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