On A Falling day of Rain

How beautiful the gentle breeze feels While I remember our plastic memory days ............

she told me she loved rain

she loved the way

it felt when it touched her skin

she loved the way

it describes her feelings

she loved the way

everything turns blue

she loved the way

it made people remember rain

she wishes to become rain

before she's gone

just like rain

she does not last long

yet she told me she loved rain

Author's Note

Dear .... thank u for reading this .... please correct me if I was wrong somewhere .... your opinion is my greatest joy
Have a nice day :)

Reviews

[Yashika]

It indeed is delightful to experience. It brings out the best and the worst simultaneously; the best is the tea on the balcony, the smell of the land after the rain, and the worst being the sludge and the sadness it brings. It was an immense joy to read your poem; the words you chose were simple yet stunning.