the warmth of rain

That rhythm of the rain drops,

as if submerging unrealistic hopes

I whisper my love is profound,

quietly when i hear that sound…


As i take the first stride,

Imagine a person walking beside

whose touch is gentle and soft

Tenderly when i hold her aloft…


The joy of those silent conversations,

everlasting feel of her true adoration

Her presence might be precisely unreal,

It’s her existence, my heart does kneel


Why do the rain drops remind me of her,

and why do i love when we are not together

It’s the warmth of its touch that matters,

It’s the touch of her memories that matters…

Published by Deepak Rana

A writer, a wanderer. Keeps dreaming and aspires to make them true.

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