• halvis_nirne 5w

    On a gloomy monsoon day,
    The breeze was patting us,
    Making us clinch through the ride.
    The rain did fall on us,
    Making her wet hair ruffle;
    Ruffle-like a whip on my face.
    While I locked her hair in the embrace
    And started searching for the horizon.
    All I could see was her earring.
    In all of this, I got drenched;
    Was it just the rain?