Rain drops in my hair ,
Moist gusts of wind in my face,
thunder drumming a tune,
colourful umbrellas skipping along
paper boats in puddles…….
cup of tea and thoughts of you, warming me!
All I see are different shades of grey,
all soft and warm, enveloping my thoughts from drifting away…
Tea warm, fragrant and alert on the window sill,
I collect Liquid crystal drops in my palms
And watch them collide and form puddles of silver,
they are Mercurial and reflecting my many moods—
I am reflecting…..
that is when thoughts of you brush past me in a gust of monsoon wind,
I feel the memory of your breath moist and warm on my face, a silken touch
That unsettles the raindrop pools in my hand….
It’s rain washed, cloud rich monsoon evening…….
and I wish I could make memories with you.
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