'dear me...'
he murmured
looking up
the sky...
how rain filled she becoming...
rain!
monsoony rain!
loving rain!
rain...
so fun filled...
rain
so full of the cool...
rain...
arriving like a wide spread dream
over the city in an afternoon...
and he standing
glasses reflecting
the dark wide love
drenching already
in anticipation...
thought of
calling her...
'Hey Isabel...
wake up
will you? dear?
just go to the window!
if possible climb to
sixteenth floor...
and stand there
and look up dear...
please...
look up...
rains...
they are coming...
fast...
just go
and stand there...
unfurl
your scented jasmine hair...
fling out all your cares...
just stand there...
spreading your nimble arms...
wide stretched like ready for a flight...
just stand there bare
for the rain...
and
for me...
dear...
please...
where ever you are...
just go up...
climb to the open terrace
and stand there...'
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