The Thunderstorm

It was raining yesterday

If you take a moment,

It was like,

No one was in my way...

Alone I was riding my bike

Way to home and

Those powerful clouds,

The lightning thunderstorms

Like you complaining about the rain

With a roaring voice which

Reminds me of a blanket and smiles.

Then, I asked what does first love smell like?

She replied first love smells like Rain...!