Rain-Story

"Don’t threaten me with love, baby. Let’s just go walking in the rain."- Bobby Rain. 

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On a rainy day,

I dress myself in soft linen,

Flowers be my trinkets,

I darken my eyes with kohl,

Tint my lips with covert flush.

On a rainy day,

I dream of you, lying on the couch,

I curl my locks with fingers, dreamily,

Muse over the sepia days.

On a rainy day,

I make paper-boats and sail,

To the world of ‘used-to-be’s

And, cherish every bit of them.

On a rainy day,

I wait on the casement for you,

Doodle on the wet glass,

Draw heart-marks with blushing cheeks.

On a rainy day,

You would come, I predict,

You would kiss my forehead,

And, we’d get drenched too.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Another poem with the flavour of the monsoon. This is the third poem of the Monsoon Series in my blog. Thanks for reading. Take care :D