Tuesday, 6 September 2016

When the rains came again
I felt different but it beautiful.
Rain was a storyteller,
A musician,a magician ,
Rain was the temperamental artist.
Everything around me had stories to tell
There was music in the sound of the falling water
It was as if at the swirl of a wand,
A brand new world was created around me,
Was it like the brush stroke of leonardo
When he created the masterpiece..?
The reason for the unexpected poetry in my soul...?
I was in love for the very first time...
It was the most natural thing to have happened...
There was never any doubt in my mind...
There was an unspoken bond...
I feel special that time....
Quite often,but when i close my eyes

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