the night when rain mixed with music insane....came onto her...

It was raining mild that night...
And she returned home alone all right...
But the inner struggles broke her beyond console
'How that bloke could easily trample my soul?'
She thought and felt losing hope
She felt she needed some kind of a dope...
For she couldn't come to proper terms...
Losing her heart to someone with outward charms...
She locked the door from behind
She was about to lose her mind...
A desperate glassware somewhere within fell down
Fell and smashed to umpteen pieces like useless rubble be found...

Then feeling clumsy and agonizingly tensed
She went to open her white curtained casement...
To let the air of the night moist into her full
To make her boiling temperature receive some cool...

And then across the window shaft
She saw the piano man with attention rapt
Playing on his piano mindless of the night...
Playing to create a music mindless of all fights...
She stood there...drenched by the drizzle that came
To fall on her dry heart...wetting her the same...
The way it wet the street below and the flower pots...
The way it ended the expanse of the horrible drought...
And the music as emanating from piano-man's flat
Came to her like a love filled chat...
Came to wrap her all wounds still fresh...
Came to touch her wet, and leave a moist trace-
Of love blooming everywhere still unnoticed by her
Of love taking shapes of unusual stars-
That fall every night and day from the sky...
That fall specifically when we heave long heavy sigh...

The music and the rain colluded to make
Her get around from fallacious take...
She just stood there and watched the rain
Splashing onto her, on the street, mixed with music insane...