it rains

It rains again. Rain makes world emotional. Do you remember the Rashomon gate?
Yes its true a Sherlock Holmes book, a seaside balcony under gloomy sky ah yes a dry bed may be a coffee, hm if the rain gets heavier yes it’s a true dream moment. Did I miss something in it? Yes it is someone.
Have you ever felt the rain paints everything, wild gets darker, ground turns in to dark brown, everything gets blue. Yes people too. Ah ! The smell comes off the dusty grounds when rain kisses them, yes yes me too always loved it.
One day a rain fell down suddenly, she was in a white shirt, yes it was a cotton one, there were no place to hide away from the blue rain. The shirt got all wet, do you know in which colour the rain painted the shirt? You don’t even imagine that moment, the wild wild rain painted the white shirt colourless.
I had a crush on her! While all of them staring at her brownish skin which the rain made gorgeous, I kept looking at her eyes and at her lips for a while too, I could even see the rain drops curving over her lips.
The very next moment she looked right in to my eyes! I made whole world stoned. Even she couldn’t move herself till I kissed a raindrop fallen over her lip.