I still remember
that pleasant rain that
witnessed our first meeting.
It was the magic of
that charismatic aura, perhaps…
Charged with attraction.
Every untouched drop
embodied my tender heart
that skipped a beat to see you.
My eyes, inexplicably, could not
stand your intent gaze,
that hovered like dark clouds.
Lightening dazzled
and ignited a strange spark
between two distant souls.
With flowing silky breeze,
I carried the memories with me
that stayed with me…
It’s raining today...again
Evoked the feeling of nostalgia
Oh, I still remember…
Written for: Sunday Scribblings
Ah! just so beautiful and filled with the fragrance of first love:) I fell in love with this poem at the very instant:)...
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Vandana!!:)
DeleteLovely..couldn't be better :)
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DeleteOhh! I m dying here for some rain and your poem made me more nostalgic..miss u rain really bad..please come home soon!!! :)
ReplyDeleteLovely, captured feeling and senses that the words like drops of rain produce.
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DeleteI like how you turned the rain into something "pleasant" at the first meeting instead of letting it dampen the mood!
ReplyDeleteThank you Robyn! It seems pleasant when there's a special memory related to it:)
DeleteHa! This poem made me remember my first kiss, and how suddenly thunder rolled, my mom turned on the porch light and we clung together thinking we had been struck by lightning. Hee hee. True story. Loved your poem.
ReplyDeleteCute story!:D Thanks!
DeleteThere is something about rain that is melancholy and reminiscent. You have highlighted this perfectly in this poem. Well done :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Dorinny!:)
DeleteI think I have laughed more in the rain than in the hot sun.
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DeleteLoved these words... I love rains and your pic with those lines added to the beauty.. not forgetting the fact that as I read it it is raining right now here ;)
ReplyDeleteOh how nice! You know when I wrote this poem, it was raining here as well:)
DeleteGlad you liked it. Thank you:)
This poem is deliciously bitter sweet, the thought of revisiting a precious memory every time it rains. Thanks.
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DeleteIt rains sweet drops in the readers heart.
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Deletebeautiful poem...
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