Droplets of water trickling down the window pane
blending into each other like lovers. Raindrops wet
the summer, long awaiting the Rains in thirst. It
is time for unions. The thunder is loud, moaning
as the clouds attract each other. The lightning is
like an ignited desire. The storm brews passionately.
The wild wind caresses nature in all its might.
Uncontrollable. Raging. The first storm has its own
lust for summer. Doesn't it?
~ Suranya