She doesn't like rain, but today she is so unusual, she suits to be like that. I want to ask her and I decide, she argues for a long time, remembering traffic jams, dirt and diseases.
What's the deal with them now? Nothing, I think, and she seems to hear my thoughts, agrees. While we continue to argue amusingly, I approach and let her hair down, now I'm not funny, I want to be with her in the same rhythm. Priya hears me again, closes her eyes, holds out her hand, first in the wrong place, and then, our hands join and I feel that she is a part of me. Water flows through our hands, and it finally gives in. She has a smile on her face that I have never seen before. There is something tender, sweet and attractive in it. And it attracts me. I don’t know how and when, I press my body against her and hug her. My face is pressed against her soft features. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I am connected with her, I inhale the aroma, I understand that she loves the rain, and I love the rose. I need a rose.
My rose suddenly gets naughty and confesses that she likes the rain. She entered my thoughts again.
Don't run away, laughing rose, I'll catch up with you. Your fragrance is in me, perhaps forever, but am I ready to admit it? I'll decide later, now with me is the rainy laughter of love.