Random Thoughts On a Rainy Night

The sound of rain drops Tried tickling my ear lobes. Not once did I crave For their feel on my face. I turned a blind eye To lightning's power display I saw them ripping the sky With the indifference of one waiting to die. But the smell of wet earth When it arose unseen and unheard My cells, it soaked till I wondered Were they intoxicated or coming alive. Where I had always waited to dance in the rain I surrendered myself to the fragrance of one loved....