A Palette of Love and Rain
written by: Qazi
@darth_kaneki
“I love the rain,” she said,
underneath a shop, at the road’s end.
Completely drenched, with our clothes a mess,
her eyes are closed, and she has a smile on her face.
She is wearing her favourite white shoes,
a teal dress, with her hair loose,
admiring the beauty of nature,
while I dream of her in the future.
She leaned her head, on my soaked shoulder,
as the sky breaks down with thunder.
I wrapped my arms, held her close,
in front of her, she held the red rose.
“This better not be the only time you give me flowers,”
she said in her cuddly voice,
kissing her small forehead, in that moment of bliss,
I said, “The day you don’t get a flower from me, will
be the day you put a flower on my grave,”
as the winds swept away the broken leaves like a wave.
She hugged me tight, tears ran down my soggy coat,
the rain halts, and we row our life’s boat.
Rubbing her eyes, she says,
“In this chaos of a storm,
in you, I have found my home.”
- A Palette of Love and Rain - August 31, 2024
