Does the Earth smell the same
In your corner of the world,
After a scorching summer afternoon
Makes way for the first rains?
Does it distinctly remind you of home?
Do you feel calm after a busy day
When you watch the droplets
Make a pattern on the window pane?
Do you remember me
Shuddering at the thunder
While I muse on the same?
.
The gale roars but doesn't stop,
The breeze plays on my hair
As I shudder once again at the sight of lightning.
The heart draws me back to you,
A moment when the raindrops drenched us
Yet the hearts were warm and
I could wear it on my sleeves
Without a worry of it shattering
In your hands.
~ Suranya