As the sky exploded with an abrupt shower brought by a fiery storm,
Desirable but beyond expectations that untimely pour,
Made dramatic transformations in the atmosphere and in our lives.
The fragrance of the wet soil and cool breeze haunted my heart,
Grabbed me in its enchantment, made me feel younger,
I failed to resist the luring charm of getting wet in the long awaited rain,
Hence dared to venture in to the storm for excitement and sensation.
Pooja wanted to close the doors and windows, stay inside her silken drape,
To remain unaffected from the fury of the storm and its aftereffects.
I read her thirst for the allure of zephyr from behind her veil,
Hold her hand firmly but passionately and dragged her out of the rail.
I freed her from her fear, dilemma and hesitation,
And her bleak emotions erupted from the depth of her heart.
The rain water washed away the vermilion of her forehead,
And painted rose on her pale but beautiful cheeks.
Her aging youth suddenly sprung back to its spring,
The hard fence of her feminine defense succumbed in my arms,
She started humming along with the pour and the cold wind,
And demanding more and more drops of romance from me.
We enjoyed the fury's grace and got intoxicated with the musk breeze,
Got pleasure from the romance that we were deprived from since long,
Pradipta thanks to the sky, the wind, the cloud that brought the rain,
And made two body features in to one loving mental unit.
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