Nothing can capture the beauty of this wonder
To feel its pelting touch on your shoulders
Wondering at the force of it yonder
Yet enjoying every drop that befall on us.
Playing in the rain is every soul’s dream
The carefree image it projects soothes our senses
Longing to run into it on whim
Yet keeping from it on second thoughts.
I bet there is no one whose first thought
Is far from what I speak
To soak in the torrent
To dance in the downpour.
To go back in years
Carefree like the child
No stifling matured thoughts
On what the neighbours think.
To be crazy and wild
Is the inborn streak
That which we curb in the bud
For the world tells us to.
Still the dreams revolve over
The wildest of these fantasies
Till our death we bear
The restrains of society.
We take it to our graves
The simplest of our dreams
A dance in the drizzle unfulfilled
Just because none else does.
-Written long back. Thought I’d share here 😉