“Innocent droplets of rain make almost all events quite natural.”
— Visar Zhiti
I love the rain…
When it hits the arid soil;
The mesmerizing petrichor,
And my yellow umbrella.
When it washes away;
Everything that is old,
All that was, and all that could have been.
When it hides my tears,
And affliction;
Drenching my body and soul
When it tinkles on the roofs;
The sound of love,
The curve of lips.
When it tries to touch me;
Playing peek-a-boo,
With my yellow umbrella.
When it floods the roads;
Kids swimming across,
With paper sailboats.
When I walk under it;
Every raindrop like a kiss
Of the stars, amongst them I wish to be.
Reminds me of all my firsts;
From flirts to fights,
And thins to thicks.
It started with the rains,
And ended in the rain;
The story, from beginning, till the end.
I hated the rain
For the first time, with a broken heart;
It still helped me shroud my tears,
This time, beneath my yellow umbrella.
Today, I fell in love with the rain
All over again;
The mesmerizing petrichor,
And my yellow umbrella.
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What a beautiful poetry on rain! Being a pluviophile, I just loved it! 🙂 <3
How beautiful!, both lines and the pic.
awesome lines and such a lovely pic 🙂
Same pinch Maniparna 🙂 I too am an absolute pluviophile. Glad you liked the poem. 🙂
Thank you very much Indrani. I too loved the pic very much. 🙂
Thanks a lot Archana. 🙂
Oh wow! You have mentioned all the reasons I love rain and beautifully so.
Yes Saru. I guess all of us love the rains for very similar reasons…specially girls. 😉
M glad you liked it. 🙂
Beautiful.
Thank you stuti 🙂
Awwww. Love the composition of the lines n that pic is stunning.
Do you really have that umbrella? I love it
Thank you Shalini
I have a yellow umbrella but not the same one in the pic 😀