That Kiss in the Rain |

It is a tale
of the curvy lane
It is a tale about
That Kiss in the Rain

We were walking 
around a bay.
Crispy talking
and the weather was grey.

That place had a beautiful sight
as God was the composer.
Flashes flashes thundering lights
that made her closer.

Birds were going back to home
as the winds were swinging.
Just we two were left alone
and on tree, a Koel was singing

Suddenly She stopped at a point
knotting hairs which were flying
With no air we made a joint
and we looked into each others eyes

Then I lifted her on toes
locked my hands & made a chain
Met our lips in a motion slow
and this was that Kiss in the Rain.

© Abhishek Dudeja 2013


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