The Rain & Her

Oh! to be beautiful like, The soul with the rain Soaked cloths, damped soil Bare feet in the rhythm of droplets Pink pale lips, crimson roses Almond eyes filled with tears or rain? Wet long hair and the green branches; Hands in search of clouds, While the rain reaches to hold them. Tiny little waist grabbed tight, By the cold shivering wind Unfinished coffee mixed with rain Slippers thrown away And her body swayed by the mother nature such a mess, But nothing more beautiful could ever exist. Oh! to be alive Just to fall in love, be one With the rain every time...