Half lit room, a broken mirror...
flashes of lighting chasing growling clouds...
Intoxicating smell of wet earth & perfume from her body...
grasped each other passionately & an exotic fragrance was born...
Rain drops fell to the tune of her anklets...
that chimed in mellifluous chorus,hugging her shapely ankles in joy...
She ran out of her room & let rain soak her through & through...
laden with jewellery & primroses tucked in her hair.
With a letter clutched in her hand, her eyes seeking the horizon hungrily...
she hummed,she laughed,she splashed on puddles like a street urchin.
The wispy thin fabric clung to her curves apologetically,
while men ogled...
Wet and vulnerably young...
men envied the man for whom she danced in the rain...
Must have been waiting for long...
they discussed in murmurs.
Her smouldering eyes looked even more enigmatic...
with kohl dissolving in the rain & running down her face...
Her diamond nose stud sitting pretty on that delicate nose
shone brighter on getting wet...
Blood red dripped down from the parting of her hair...
vermilion that a widow needed no more.
For no one knew she was crying...
rain wiped away her tears...
So it was agony,not ecstasy that the men had witnessed..
the dastardly rains had misguided them all....
