Sitting on my balcony, I glare at the tiny water drops falling on the earth's crust.
How pulchritudinous!
I sit on a chair contemplating the elegance it curves.
The tiny droplets glitter the surroundings and soothe my soul.
A shaft of hope arouses a prestine romanticism in the air.
The memories down the lane panetrates again into my mind and heart.
A brutal conspiracy to make me smile while drowning my inner self into a sea of grief.
I know those moments are never returning.
But a part of me thrives to acquire the momentary peace in the sound of the rain!
The silent dancing of the leaves make futile efforts to captivate the inner child in me
The child who wants to sing and dance in the rain for once.
But the shadow of darkness does not permit
So, I keep sitting on the chair with a soaking heart and parched eyes hoping for a tinch of glee to caress me.
O rain the next time you arrive bring me happiness never fading into oblivion.
Beautiful 💙