Unstable love

The air was in love with the water.
Ohh, how merry air was when water vaporized.
For it always loved the unstability of the water.
Thankful to the sun, awaited the air to meet its vapour love.
Little by little, did they mingle and form clouds.
Day by day, heavy did their love become.
Crazier their love, heavier they became.
They were one. One heavy unstable cloud.
Reaching the criticality of their love, did they pour down one dark night.
Drops too thick as close they were.
Love showered the night in silence and darkness.
Visible they were made by the lightning.
Audible they were made by the thunder.
That night witnessed a love ceremony.
A ceremony of transformation of an unstable love.

Reviews

[Siddhartha]

The instability of vapor and the heady lightness of air. keep up. keep up!

[Decidious wind]

Wow this piece is very creative.

[underneathme]

Thank you so much :)

[Tbear]

This pluviophile will never see or feel rain in the same way again..what a lovely piece of prose..thank you ..write on..

[underneathme]

I had to google the meaning of pluvipophile. Yea, am a rain lover too :) this poem is the result of my meet with it day before yesterday :) thank you so much :)