Wednesday, 6 May 2015

The Rain And My Yellow Umbrella

“Innocent droplets of rain make almost all events quite natural.”
  -- Visar Zhiti

I love the rain...

When it hits the arid soil;
The mesmerising petrichor,
And my yellow umbrella.

When it washes away;
Everything that is old,
All that was, and all that could have been.

When it hides my tears,
And affliction;
Drenching my body and soul

When it tinkles on the roofs;
The sound of love,
And the curve of lips.

When it tries to touch me;
Playing peek-a-boo,
With my yellow umbrella.

When it floods the roads;
Kids swimming across,
With paper sailboats.

When I walk in it;
Every raindrop like a kiss,
Of the stars, amongst whom I wish to be.

Reminds me of all my firsts;
From flirts to fights,
And the thins and the thicks

It started with the rains,
And ended in the rain;
The story, from beginning, till the end.

I hated the rain
For the first time, with a broken heart;
But still, it helped me shroud my tears,
This time, beneath my yellow umbrella.

Today, I fell in love with the rain
All over again;
The mesmerising petrichor,
And my yellow umbrella.

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  1. What a beautiful poetry on rain! Being a pluviophile, I just loved it! :-) <3

    1. Same pinch Maniparna :) I too am an absolute pluviophile. Glad you liked the poem. :)

  2. How beautiful!, both lines and the pic.

    1. Thank you very much Indrani. I too loved the pic very much. :)

  3. awesome lines and such a lovely pic :-)

  4. Oh wow! You have mentioned all the reasons I love rain and beautifully so.

  5. Yes Saru. I guess all of us love the rains for very similar reasons...specially girls. ;)

    M glad you liked it. :)