Raindrops

it was sunday noon when i startled awake
squashing little bugs that came from somewhere
she was glancing at me
and the same i did
an eye of her winked
when i smiled a lit'l

drizzling began with a silent gush
d feel of raindrops trickling down my forehead
ticklish i wiped em off
she saw me engaged in unusual something

moving away she glanced at me
oh my god she's gonna leave!
i paced ahead wanted a talk with her
to meet, befriend and love her till eternity

raising my head, praying to god,
i swiftly gazed ahead, 'swoosh' she's gone, i felt alone...
moods changed, i enraged, my life sans colour instantly
i were a dry land, abandoned sky
and she a 7 shaded arc, who came to me
made me dream, away from the hopeless bugs
that she was a raindrop blend with the ocean
just flowing to d current, immersing in d pain
she are d raindrops that tickle, trickle and tumble
slowly drying away, leaving her humid smell.