On a night of shower – fragile and wild,
I saw the incarnate of nature with a smile,
While I stood on a crossroad, thunderstruck and beguiled,
As all roads seemed linear till a distant mile,
You glanced at me like dew rushing down a petal,
I saw into your eyes and heard my heart rattle,
As you walked away, every drop left a scar,
But I am certain this isn’t the last meeting of ours.