Gushing from the corners of sky,
Like a wind, he bestows kisses on my skin.
I feel the wetness, he's as pure as driven snow.
I want to feel him more
But I don't want him to be impure.
As, he is my raindrop.
Striding ahead in the gusts of wind.
Like an arrow, he makes his way.
I drop down with amazement, he's a surprise.
I want to see him shine as a pearl
But I don't want him to slip by.
As, he is my raindrop.
Dancing upon the leaf, with swiftness.
Like a danseur, he moves about.
I eye him eagerly, he has an allure.
I want him to linger on for more
But I don't want him to drop a fall.
As, he's my raindrop.
This poem is a response to Ali Sohani's "Snowflake".
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