Rain...

by Shruti   Apr 12, 2017


12/04/2017
Friday night -
I traced my path down the grey street.
Flip flops, wet...
as I stepped on puddles,
my sight followed the skittering water drops...
and met the black sky.

"Rain."
I whispered.
"Rain on me...please."

I waited,
as the spring air blew past,
with the softest touch.
Do you know?
...it carried your scent...
And as I breathed,
I lost myself.

The street lights hazed away...
the voices faded...
And thoughts came flooding
like tears.
They told tales of tomorrow...
while I waited...for the rain.

A wet drop fell on a puddle.
And I waited...

It was a Friday night.
And I lost myself...
as I waited...

...and it never rained.

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  • 5 days ago

    by ShruSush

    Wow! This is beautiful. Congo!:)

  • 5 days ago

    by ShruSush

    Wow! This is really nice. Congo!:)

  • 1 week ago

    by Shruti

    Thank you everyone. :)

  • 1 week ago

    by Elizabeth Squires

    Beautiful write! Thanks for sharing.

  • 1 week ago

    by Meena Krish

    The rain has an effect on people and the moods and visuals
    that accompanies it just varies and smacks you drenching the
    whole of you right to the core...liked the imagery that came along
    with each line.

    Congrats on the Win!

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