rain...again

                      It’s the rain….. again

The small drops, race through my window pane

Through the mud covered streets,

Under the rain…… even I want to be there.

The lights go off and I burn a candle

I hear the sound of the water falling on the ground

The breeze touches my face

I look outside the window

And closing my eyes… inhale the smell

The smell… which over the years has not changed.

There smell is enchanting

I open my eyes, which gets interlocked 

With the person standing at the opposite window pane.

Neither of us moves,

I guess the rain has other admirers too.

I think of love stories made

Under the impact of this weather

About how; perhaps somewhere

Two people might be taking shelter….

The couples dancing hither and thither

The kids playing without a care……

I smile at my thoughts

The man standing at the opposite window pane

He does the same

Oh! What a misunderstanding

All because of the rain.