Rain!

a touch of my saint!

Rain to her was a lingering
drop enveloping her face with
the purity of nature persuading to wave
off everything engulfing her sheer existence
drastically and trying to form her soul
intermingled with the intensity of passion
overwhelming with eruptions of cold breeze
going their way to her shimmering face
smelled of dew drops, making her look a sight
of constant bewitch along with the spell of
winds and rain hypnotizing her in the dawn of
the dusk not desiring her to bid farewell and
leave her terrace,her hermit zone, her place
bribing to stay a while longer here and
enjoy the compromise

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