It was a sunny day,
When people started opening up their umbrellas.
Confused, I looked back and stared,
Oh, it’s drizzling.
Tiny drops shimmering,
As they fell into the ground.
Everything else didn’t matter,
I frowned as things looked different.
Drip, drip, drip, I heard.
Each drop seemed to be dancing,
Along with the rhythm.
Drip, drip, drip, they hummed.
Heartily, I put out my hand,
Felt the coldness of the rain,
That’s gradually getting stronger.
Alarmed, I pulled back my hand.
It was the same feeling,
When I met him.