When she wore glasses...of rain and he looked at her...

She became a reader kind
Words playing in Her mind
Like the rain
Falling incessent...
On the city...
Sweeping hearts...
Builds and numerous basements...
Logjamming traffic at a mall's Sunday gate...

Brand factory's reopening of the newest outlet
Which ran dry
Last month
Due to heated Sun putting everything fried...

But the rain
Coming incessent
Played on Her eyes
With foggy misty moist lines...
And She wore Her reading glasses...
In printed lines
She was trying to find smileys...
As generated by the rippling waves...
Coming
One following another...
A creative force going berserk...
Going haywire
And yet
Like a soothing calming foam...

She deciphered
Like a true reader
All alone...

And
He sang
Looking at Her busy eyes:
' je cherche a' vous a' travers les lunettes...'
He just sang...
Looking at her eyes...
With kohl perfectly lined...

And
Outside
It did rain
Hard...
Incessent...

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