Monsoon Love
image source: pinterest To, my only date I'm a Pluviophile. I love rain. I love the rain drops, I love when it touch my face, like you do with your soft, caring hands I want to get wet in those rain drops with you,holding your hand, looking at your deep, beautiful eyes. I want to move your hair, clinging to your face, and let those soft rain drops touch your tender, pink lips. While the whole world, melts in those blurry drops, I want to stare and focus on your eyes, searching for care and love. The place would fill with the smell of soaked soil. I know you will shiver, shiver when that mild, cold wind will blow. I know you will shiver but you can't take your eyes of me, neither can I. I will hold your waist, pull you close to me. So close that you can feel the warmth of my body, irrespective of those cold, soaked clothes. Then, I will kiss you in that pouring rain, kiss your soft, wet lips, before you can feel any more co