Its raining outside,
And you love the rain
Well so do i
Its an amazing feeling to get drenched
Under the warm trickles of water
With the sun shining above your head
And the clouds dancing afar...
The warm breeze gushing through your hair
Making it waver in all directions
Large drops of rain falling on your face
As you raise your head up high
With your mouth open
You drink from the sky
Not to quench your thirst
But to feel the freshness inside
The feel of drops bouncing of the surface of your skin
Is what i guess causes goosebumps?
Or is it the chill in the wind...
The green hue of the earth
Contrasting the grey in the sky
The fragrance of the mud
Soaking each drop
Gradually becoming the slush
In which toddlers play
Its beautiful to just sit by the sill
And watch the drops fall by
On the earth's surface
While drops fall from my eyes
Onto my cheeks and below
But instead it's always better
To stand outside and let them fall
Because then nobody'll know
Where it really is raining....!!!
2 comments:
The rain can be a muse, with its arsenal of cool droplets, bombarding any surface it breaches; the bark of a tree, the parched soil of the earth, the concentric ripples in a puddle, the soaking of your garment and the stinging of your skin...
but many, unlike you, have forgotten the the one place where it seeps in so much that it melts your hardened heart...
which is why, even behind the sill, protected from the rain, it continues to pour down your cheeks and below, blending with the shower outside...
some may see the joy the rain brings outside, but only a few like you, have managed to discover the bliss that rain brings inside you...
love your descriptors...
will read and comment as usual..
wow...thank you...
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