The First Rain

The first rain we witnessed yesterday

Was quite spell- bounding yet peculiar,

Neither we drenched nor we took a shower,

Only to stare at those droplets for our eyes to recover.

After a long distressing day of several traumas,

It finally enlightened our soul with the brightest luminescence.

We stood opposite to each other;

Gazing the sky breaking into million droplets

Breaking into million droplets of euphoria.

We were engrossed in our own world

Envying the rain with its tactics to bewitch us,

Enchanted through the exhibition

Of constant lightning, and yapping thunderbolts,

And enlivening the moments passing by in pleasantness.

Our first rain, quite offbeat,

Different from the couples hold their hands

Desperately cheating with umbrellas,

Only to enjoy the closure they paint in the rain,

Our first rain, quite strange,

Different from the couples who hide themselves

In the shelter of umbrellas to steal kisses

And brush the strokes of vibrant colors in their lives

Our first rain, quite bizarre,

Different from the couples who dance with each other,

And pay no heed to the dodging remarks and gawking eyes.

Our first rain, quite anomalous,

Different from the couples who promise their eternity

In front of the witness of the rainbow.

We neither danced nor held hands,

We neither kissed nor promised our eternity.

All we did, was only staring,

Staring and letting our soul consume the whole.

We loved each other anonymously,

We shared our feelings hideously,

We kept our emotions boxed in our mind,

We gave our heart a thousand nuances and pangs

Fully wrapped with the layers,

And yes, it was our first rain.

It was our first rain full of silence,

All we gave was a divinity connected through our souls,

As singing a chorus was never our favourite thing.

Rumbling leaves, raining deep,

Our eyelids stayed unclosed for some time,

Gawking each other’s lips waiting to be entwined.

We only wished but never did,

We maintained a gap, with all our longings

To be concatenated there, waiting for a moment

Of magnetism and then stroke each other

With our oozing passion and pouring the gaps

With the unimaginable making of love.

It was the first rain full of dots and unfinished emotions,

Just like my poetry, unpredictable and inarticulate,

Some collide like long left partners hugging each other

And some stay quiet and far as melancholy hits hard.

We are like two different poles,

Sometimes can’t resist blabbering our soul out,

And sometimes can’t resist maintaining the quietude.

The first rain fell into the right place,

Like an unexpressed adoration,

An extravagant emotion,

An unfulfilled elongation

Of some feelings without any suffocation.

Yes, the first rain felt like God’s bliss,

With no melodious dalliance

But ended with an undying forever’s assurance.