One Monsoon Night

From early evening's crimson red, Dark clouds had begun to invade Along whole of sunset arch And soon it was all dark. As is in monsoon its norm, A bit of a windstorm Slowly on a rise, Lightning that flashed blinded eyes. And as the rain began to fall, As we heard peacock's call, A tremor of romance was felt Deep within, that had to be dealt. It was not that I'd not her seen Scantily clad, or wearing lean, Still, her silhouette when I saw, In fraction of a moment that had been, A crack of lightning as let me see the whole scene, Ah that remains with me with all its awe. Beauty is not as much in what is seen As it is in a fertile mind's within! ________________________________________ Reminiscing |15.04.2020| Topic: remember, romance, monsoon, beauty