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?