The Girl in Rain
Poetry
Wind blows,
Rain falls,
Small droplets wet
her body.
Mist rises,
Trees shake,
And it decorates the
whole scene.
My mind is with my eyes.
And my eyes are with her sight.
Raindrops are touching my cheeks.
But the drizzle doesn’t impede my vision.
Her glittering eyes are towards the sky.
And her face depicts the sorrow within.
Is she crying? Or grieving something?
Maybe that’s why she is clad in white.
Cold is already teasing my skin.
Yet she is there solemnly standing in the rain.
I wonder, is she really feeling the surroundings?
And the wind cannot stop playing with her hair.
There! Her gaze shifts, her eyes slowly rest upon me.
The beauty of hers is starting to melt my soul.
I’m rooted to the earth while my heart is racing.
Why do I feel like she is the center of my universe?
“Kneel before her”, whispers the inner voice.
“She’ll give away her soul.” I hear the same muttering.
Her very presence has begun enchanting my mind.
While her innocent smile is doing the silent invitation.
Here! The invisible force begins pulling me forward.
Step by step I close the gap between her and myself.
She is there only a few yards away standing still.
But I do feel like my feet are taking me to infinity.
Our mouths are sealed but our eyes do the talking.
I stammer since birth, yet this moment doesn’t count.
Her hands rest on my chest, her look penetrates my soul.
Sounds of our heartbeats are echoing through the aether.
Rain is increasing, and the wind sings the same song.
Mist surrounds us making this little moment our own.
She is in my arms, yet she is shivering.
Not because of the cold and only I know the cause.
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