Spiga

Walking In Rain

I made my step out of home.
Not so far, not so near.
Every breath of mine so calm,
Yet my path in its destiny clear.

Misty clouds opened to bear,
With a thunderous gear.
Lucky am i here to be ?
Silky breeze swirls I see.

Heavenly doors parted ways,
blessed me with its holy water.
little drops not just drops,
but serves the crops.

Never ever get away.
Wat a lull in the sway ?!
Love in its every touch glow.
Love in its every touch flow.

All alone walking in rain,
With strain hiding my pain,
This love of her made me divine.

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