A Rainy Tale

She doesn’t prefer going home without his company,

But today it was different,

When she grabbed the keys to unlock her room, her hands turned pink,

Her room was cool and smelled musty,

The water on the bucket was crystal clear reflecting her small round face,

Are you here, she asked,

He roared loudly frightening her,

Come, let’s take a picture she whispered,

And the power got cut,

She lighted the scented candles one by one,

And sat near the glass window admiring him so closely,

He slowed down seeing her fall asleep,

The next day, when she got up,

All he left for her was dew's beautifully painted on the glass window and the pleasant smell of the wet sand that she loves to inhale,

Will you come again today, she asked!

And there was no reply,

He left her again without biding a goodbye.