Rain is pouring shyly. Afraid I'll be bored of it, it stops for awhile. Afraid I'll forget all about it, it drips again whispering "missed me?"
I'm not a heart-breaker neither a sentimentalist or so I boast everywhere, so I stay quiet hoping it would understand. But at the sight of me walking around a corridor it tempts me and I open the door and reach out my hand for it to take. All shyness now gone, it covers my arm with lovely drops, so full of itself isn't it? But who am I to resist falling into its mirage of hopes.
Just now it drizzles for a few minutes to bring back the smile on my face. Forgive the self-centeredness here. It comes along with the attention today's rain has blessed me with.
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