Like a soft
whisper, they drop
down on
me. Little tears
falling, one by
one; I feel them,
on my
cheeks, my neck,
nose, lips,
tongue,
my hair.
Soft kisses from
heaven. The wondrous
lightning crackles, and
snares, like musical
fireworks. The clouds
roll and bark, like
fluffy little
puppies. Raindrops
like satin kisses,
plummeting through leaves,
roofs, into chocolaty
puddles, splashing.
I breathe in
the smell of wet
grass, mud,
the smell of fresh rain.
Everything is brown
and green,
washed,
rinsed,
cleansed and laundered
by the soft
pattering of the
mourning monsoons.
one; I feel them,
on my
cheeks, my neck,
nose, lips,
tongue,
my hair.
Soft kisses from
heaven. The wondrous
lightning crackles, and
snares, like musical
fireworks. The clouds
roll and bark, like
fluffy little
puppies. Raindrops
like satin kisses,
plummeting through leaves,
roofs, into chocolaty
puddles, splashing.
I breathe in
the smell of wet
grass, mud,
the smell of fresh rain.
Everything is brown
and green,
washed,
rinsed,
cleansed and laundered
by the soft
pattering of the
mourning monsoons.
Satvika Kundu, your metaphors make me smile. You ring so much life to words. It's funny how chocolate or coffee always represents everything that's brown. You have them repressed in your conscious, I guess :p
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