It began as a whispering in the air,
A dome of plasma-blue is what the sky wear ,
I quickened my pace as the clouds began to gather in the sky,
A post-card perfect sky was changing as if it will cry,
From a beautiful cocktail-blue shade into a darken gravel-grey,
As for today" it will rain", now I could say,
Large pillows of clouds were forming ,
The old-gold colour of the sun was blotting,
It was a tar-black when the huge clouds move towards me,
The first pearl of rain dropped unto the leaves is what I could see,
A tinkling sound came to my ears as I got the rain's first splatter,
I heard its tapping on the window just like a pitter-patter,
It sounds so nice and the sky is beautiful today,
I mean everything is some form of grey,
Surely, this is a new day of inescapable wetness,
So I sit to watch the downpour errants drop fall that brings calmness,
From this cozy place imagining water of crystal-cleared appeared in my skin,
As I smiled to myself, I feel it just the same as if I was there in the scene,
The water streamed through my hair, down my neck, soaking my clothes,
The chilly wind cut through me like a knife, but I am in my gleeful modes,
Then rain drops slowly run down my face as a thin layer,
The droplets soaked in my eyelashes made it a little bit heavier,
I experienced each drop, together and apart, same and different,
The waves of salty liquid that could wash a pavement,
I loved and adored the rain, the feel of it in my hair and my skin,
The smell of it before and after it falls from the clouds are pleasing,
When day has been always like this, it reminds me of something,
The silver puddles creates in my brain about one thing,
I want someone to hold my hands as how the raindrops kiss my skin,
Just like in days like this I want to be in rain with him,
As we both love how the rain traces sweet paths on our skin,
Just together until the rain become intense as how we're feelin',
I mean the kind of rain that falls in crazy chaotic drops carrying by gusting wind,
Giving us a way to feel more alive than any manmade high ever could,
'Cause if the clouds gather I fill my soul stir more than I should,
That air electrified as it anticipates the quenching storm,
As I prayed that the rain stays heavy with its melancholic song,
I want the clouds continued in crying to make him never walk away,
'Cause the heavy downpour sounded like dancing feet, in him makes me want to stay,
Though the ground became wet and make my skin cold,
I am still invigorated, alive and full of love,crave to be hold.