Spilled Ink

Under The Rain

Their love are tiny drops of river

pouring from two intertwined clouds,

drumming as fast as this rain on the ground.

The whole world's cacophony,

easily drowned by both their hearts

beating in perfect harmony,

as they stare at each other's orchestrated sea.

Nature strums that guitar's eternal chords,

warming them up despite the drenching cold.

Breathing mezzo forte, mezzo piano—

this is their hearts' concierto;

when fire ignites within their veins,

feelings soar high without refrain.

Because right at that very moment,

amidst raindrops from the heavens-

he was hers; she was his.

In that perfect blur, time does not exist.

All are blissfully forgotten,

except him, her—under the rain.

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