Published August 17, 2014 by Shreya Rajvanshi

Your moods are like raindrops
In summers,
Or maybe autumn.
Rare, but powerful.
Light at first,
So soft, so refreshing,
And then in the blink of an eye,
Loud, furious,
Sharp like needles;
Gradually fading away
As if it never happened,
As if it wasn’t there.
It’s confusing, how I hide,
When it rains, and
How I desire it,
When the scorching heat
Rules the day.


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