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 strikes,
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)