I love the rain very much; when the nimbostratus starts forming, my mind and soul gambols in ecstasy. I wait with impatience
the rain to fall…fall into the burning atmosphere, thirsty nature…when its starts raining, my mind regains its composure; put itself into abstinence till the rain cease to fall.
She’s like rain; she’s like a rain, in her words, pitter pattering in my heart. Oh how well I love that phrase PITTER PATTER…………OH GOD! HOW I LOVE IT……..
She came to me like the
concoct of raining; first she sailed smoothly like clouds into me; then she cast the
lightning into my heart, then she detonated me with her thunder and I waited impatiently for her to cascade like rain…she’s a drizzle now…and I know she would fall like heavy showers into me…into my mind..into my soul..I can’t live without the rain….………
I love you my rainy girl. I love you; Please continue to be a rain pitter pattering my heart.