By Dhvani Arora
i hate the rain , melancholy brews like a coffee
while i lay down feelin all sloppy'
it's a muddy chaos nonetheless
trying to get anywhere feels like a hassle,
tho it's not any harm
even running errands is a task ,as i got out of the store with the little load in my arms
only to see this someone spinnin' in circles
she was a beautiful mess, with eyes that sparkle
stomping her feet like a kid with glee
laughing aloud, wild and carefree
dancing, grooving to music the store played by
i saw myself chuckle watching her,feeling butterflies fly
somehow i tossed the umbrella aside
i think this is what they call love at first sight
maybe the rain isn't so bad,i thought to myself as i looked at her smile.