When rain whispers love
Rain — A Message of Love
Rain... is it a condolence of love,
or the echo of a lover's smile scattered across the sky?
Is it a sketch of the beloved's beauty,
or kohl borrowed from the depths of their eyes?
Is rain just droplets of water,
or the tender sensation of touching the one you adore?
Rain is another name for romance—
a letter written on the pages of clouds.
Each drop, inked with praise for the beloved,
falls like a whispered compliment from the heavens.
Rain becomes the messenger—
a meeting point between the lover and the loved.
The feeling of raindrops on the skin—
or is it the warmth of a beloved's gentle touch?
Spreading your arms in the rain—
is it not a bold confession of love itself?
Once again, the rain returns,
to color the body with hues of passion,
to let love breathe in every breath, every pore.
Love is the mercy of the Divine—
like rain, it pours abundantly,
but it only touches the chosen few.
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