On this sweltering afternoon <br />When you knocked at my door <br />Didn't I accost you <br />And demand of you, <br /> <br />'Have you brought any rain? ' <br />As if you were the rain maker <br />But there're many instances <br />When in your arms, <br />Me and my precincts smelt of rain <br />How I regaled in the raindrops <br />Clinging to my skin, reflecting you! <br /> <br />'Hey, don't wipe them away! ' <br />I told you on those occasions <br />With the hope of harvesting them <br />On a sapping afternoon as this.<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-of-raindrops-and-you-2/
