Rain

Posted on by Shreya Joshi Posted in PoetryTagged , ,

As a drop of rain hit me,
Right on my lip,
I was numb.
Right there I froze.
It was like a drop of acid,
Corrosive, burning my lips.
Oh, how it reminded me,
Of our very first kiss.
How the rain approved,
As we sealed the deal.
 
The downpour began,
Drenching me from head to toe.
Every drop was caustic,
Burning me to the very core,
I was in a purgatory,
Of memories of you and me.
I couldn’t move a step,
Nor find a shelter,
As all of it flashed before my eyes,
Prickling pain that never ends.
 
That midnight in your terrace,
How we danced in the rain,
And those hot cups of coffee,
As we enjoyed the monsoon,
And how we made love,
As pitter-patter sang to us,
Oh, how I loved the rain
Just a little less than you.
Now, every drop stings,
With memories of me and you.

Featured image by: Aleksandar Pasaric from Pexels

124 thoughts on “Rain”

      3. Simon says:

        Yes, I hope too, weather dept’s predicting it’s going to rain! Usually that will never happen as predicted, either machine or predictor getting old😂.🙄. Let’s see 😉

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      WildHeart says:

      Haha … Romance is all in the mind, dear. You could be walking in the middle of a dessert and still make it seem romantic… 😛😛😛😛 Like I miss you more than every grain of sand here… 😂😂😂

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    Brad Osborne says:

    Exceptional poem, little one! You stretch a moment in the rain to reveal all the emotions of a well remembered love. I love the form and flow. Soft and gentle as the rain, but leaving you completely soaked with the feelings. Well done, Shreya! 🦄❤😘

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