Tiny drops of silver glided down the foliage,
Onto the rose bushes, into the dark tar roads..
In the lanes and bylanes of the city,
Children gleefully waded into knee deep water,
heaving their tiny paper boats in the muddy streams..
Under a quaint portico , I used to wait for you,
Rising waters could hardly dash my hopes,
As you inevitably turned up when I could no longer take in the sight of the filthy whirlpools!
I still make my way back from work on a rainy day ,
Drenched, tired and ecstatic, still awaiting for that one orgasmic moment, when your lips would be mine ..wet, throbbing, insanely addictive and yes..just Mine !!