Those grey irises,
looking out at the distance,
as if they are open windows,
towards the emerald fields,
taking in the sweet scent of the wet mud.

Those beautiful eyes,
just like those misty clouds,
have the silver lights of the thunders,
giving me the goosebumps.

That feeling,
having such a melancholy,
like the rain drops falling on my shade.

Your gaze,
so fresh and soothing,
just as the wind which blows by,
when it showers on earth.

Your touch,
I so much long for,
just as I do when the rains let up,
for the rainbows.





© Ophelia