a wool blanket,
the way it scrapes.
cheap slippers on the feet,
jumping in water puddles on cold wet concrete...
the smell of earth intoxicating the soul,
streaky windows are a picturesque stroll,
life is a bliss,
letting perfect golden little light in our morning kiss...
it makes the nature hum,
playing romance on soft drums,
making our days lazy and fun
The sky turns white as angels,
there is a new freshness in the air,
you feel the gift and it's flair,
The drenched hitch
the first attempt,
at homemade 'pakoras'
with friends and drinks
of the ones that were lost
of visiting faraway places
that hardwood and her cute little cup,
Weather she wanted it or not.
P.S . : There is something about rains that makes me want to pour my thoughts here. After-all it's monsoon time , so it has to rain in rainville :) .
To my readers , I've missed you all.