I sit beside the window,
Daring to get soaked,
The bus driving over bumpy roads,
Making me jump like a toad.
Seeing the droplets roll by,
It makes me hard to see,
People rushing to get shelter
Their happiness turning to glee.
The blurred images,
Seem to create a mystery,
beautiful mountains passing by,
A part of our rich history.
I open the window
feeling the drops on my face
Cold breeze gushing by
Blowing at a steady pace.
Isn't it beautiful?
I suddenly blurt out
The rains? Or you?
I get the soft reply
I turn around
To see my lover smiling
Blushing profusely
I reply smiling
The world I meant
Made beautiful with rains
Look at the beauty
Of the passing terrains.
His intense gaze on me,
he smiled
Looking at me lovingly,
he replied
And what if I say
That you're my pride
More beautiful
Than the world outside?
The rains continued
Splashing their way
But the love in his eyes
Surely made my day.
I leaned onto him
And he did the same
Both of us entangled
While it continued to rain.
And this is why
I love the rains
For it brings out
Love sans pain.
Cherish this moment
It won't come again
True love and true beauty
Brought out by the rains.
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Things of Beauty
Poetry"A thing of beauty, is a joy forever. Its loveliness increases; It will never pass into nothingness." - John Keats Presenting to you, a collection of poetry on different topics and themes that reminds you of beauty.
