Heart is at a broadband speed,
I shut my eyes and hear a cloud sneeze.
It's watery tendrils hit ground loud,
I open my eyes, wanna see the haze.
Runs to the window to watch him paint,
Colorless doodles that gently fade.
There is no rain, I spot white Moon,
Mocking widely at one earthy loon.
I direct my hate at his familiar face,
"You too meddling with my craze!"
"Love has come and love has gone," he snorts,
dropping his blinding light on me,
"You have lost your grace and hence my praise."
He waxes and wanes in my teary gaze.
I flee from his sight and shut eyes tight,
To wait for rain on this balmy night.
Copyright © Anula Aboobacker | Year Posted 2012