It’s
raining
The
shoulders of your maroon silk frock are wet
Forming
a painting of a waterfall
Running
down your arms and breasts
Few
raindrops mark the lining of your brows
Few
others merge at the tip of your proud nose
Blowing
droplets off from your lips
With
swift steps
You
run through hundreds of raindrops
To
get back to your home
And
just before you reach
You
look up
To
let the rain
Touch
your face
While
thinking about someone
This
is what I think about
On
an unexpected rainy day
While
walking back from work
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