The Mysterious Beauty Of Rain

Still she remembers

The mysterious beauty of that day

When Gods turned skies

Into boony domes

Painted in grey

Trees waved their hands

As she ambled by the street

She extended her umbrella

But oh it unfriended her

The very moment she paddled by the lane

Noticing how the transient were 

The stamps of her feet

She hardly had walked a metre

When she laid eyes on a man

Making his way through a detour

Wearing shoes with no sole

Though having definitely

An inspiring fervent soul

She turned her face towards the opposite side,

Perhaps she didn't have the gritty to face

The intensity of feelings he struggled to hide

With the diminishing angle of her eyes,

She rued 

How implausibly does 

The rain plays with everyone's mood