During the rainy days, I'll step outside
When the sky is dark and no people in sight
To get drenched in the rain
And feel the rain drops
I will walk until the rain stops
To see the pits filled with water
In the puddle I'll try to find,
The reflection of you I have in my mind.
In the puddles, fleeting glimpses, a smile, a touch, a goodbye.

Oh! When the lightening strike
The glowing sky will resemble your sparkling eyes
I'll continue to walk admist stormy winds
To find pieces of you on the way home
When the thunderstorm of memories arrive
They'll take me to you
And when the droplets start to fall again
I'll run towards my home
From the pieces I collected of you
I'll write you a beautiful poem.

With pen in hand, the poem starts to flow.
Ink like raindrops, tracing memories in a row.
A love letter to the storm, that brought your essence home.
The scent of petrichor, a reminder of walks we used to take.
Thunder rumbles like the echoes of laughter we once made.

When we meet again we'll go for a walk
Make more and more memories with each falling drop.
We'll retrace the path we once walked, side by side,
Whispering secrets the wind can't confide.
Strolling along, I'll share the poem at your own.
Getting drenched in the rain together
Until we reach home.

-Aditi Hayaran (Larkspur)