Rain And She

Rain And She short poem

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Little drops of rain fall from the space,
like droplets of sweat dripping from her face .
Cool breeze propels, saturated with moisture,
compel to cherish her moist body, and nurture .

Rain drops pelt the window and makes her thrill,
Lighting dance across the sky seizes her to still.
Clapping of black clouds with rumbling sound,
elevates her heartbeats, and renders her spellbound.

Hammer of rain beats the ground, unkindly,
as she avoids snag in our love, staunchly.
Rain comes as divine with a green sprayer in hand,
as sweet smile emits from her face with waving hands.

This poem is part of the Poetry Book The Saga of Romance

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Basanta Kumara Behera

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kwai chee low

A lovely poem on rain which invokes poetic inspiration and romance. BTW, the 2nd line in your second stanza, do you mean “Lightning dances…” instead of “Lighting dance…”?



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