Although multi colored..
Despite the love..
What a pleasant rain..
The same taste ..the same smell in every drop..
But why do I like drizzle more than rain,
like pearls falling from the south..
like dreams beyond the season..
I'm in living every raindrop..
Although reluctant to say
in the light of the old rain,
it was an unknowingly blooming flowers
I'm so humbled today
with love-filled smiles
when the drizzle gets let
I'm a sweetheart today...!