This very night when I woke up,
It was 12:30 in the clock.
Raining outside and in myself I was locked.

After too much struggle,
I had hardly got a nap.
But you see,
Here I am...
Penning a poetry with no context,
To fill the midnight gap.

Was rubbing my eyes,
And scolding myself.
For getting drenched that very evening,
Even after knowing the consequences.

Let me tell you what am talking about,
About the two things I love to do.
Love for ice cream is always at the top,
Second is to njoy the rain...