WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES

A RAINY DREAM
When monsoon clouds spilled silver on the pane,
You came, a vision born of mist and shower,
Your hair rain-kissed, a cool and gentle gain,
Within that soft, ephemeral, fleeting hour.
The world dissolved in droplets, green and bright,
And every splash, a line of verse we found,
Our laughter mingled with the fading light,
As rhythmic patter blessed the soaking ground.
Together then, until the day grew dim,
Each shared glance held a story, soft and deep,
A whispered truth upon the thunder's hymn,
While twilight shadows stole away your sleep.
Then like the mist, you vanished with the gleam,
A beautiful, elusive, rainy dream.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI