Soaked...

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Standing in the rain
Soaked through and through in your thoughts
Your love kept me warm

Wild Run!

Umbrella flying!
Bare-footed, Free-spirited
Wild run in the rain!

It rains down the lane
Then I think of you. And now
it rains in my eyes.

This rain reminds me -
of the freedom of childhood
or of some lost love!

AN AFTERNOON RAIN

There's only the sound of the rain falling on the ground...

and the thunder roaring once in a while...

Hidden and safe in the comfort of my room,

I mockingly observe the world outside...

Little children dragged by their running parents

to a bus-stop or some shelter nearby...

Men running about like some drops of rain themselves,

holding their bags or newspapers or plastic bags

to shield them from getting wet in the rain...

Yet getting all soaking wet, nonetheless...

Women walking fast, tip-toeing in the rain...

covering their heads with their hands...

Serious-faced if walking alone

and giggling away if a bunch...

All the while every inanimate

and immobile living creatures

soak themselves in the rain drops...

by choice and 'out' of choice...

The benches get wet all through

in the game the rain drops play...

Each one of them vying for a dry spot

left on the benches,

till they turn wet from dry...

The leaves and the grasses, swaying

to the beats of the tiny drops of rain...

While the grasses have two left feet,

the leaves show them just how to dance...

Suddenly my smile disappeared from my face...

Wishing to get out and about

my heart didn't want to be 'hidden and safe' anymore

instead participate in the dance of the nature

and its many wonders...