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....
Copyright © Sharmila Menon | Year Posted 2012
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