Summer Rain
They sat upon the shore.
Looking straight into nothingness.
They were happy.
Away from the chaos.
From the maddening crowd.
They really were happy.
She looked at her friend and said, “You know this land is beautiful when it rains.”
“Well,” her friend replied, “This place is beautiful always, everyday.”
“Did you see that?” she asked. “No, what?”
“That!” And just like that, it began lightening.
And then on that summer midnight hour, it poured.
They danced together.
Two insane friends.
Danced on the beach.
Mimicking the waves.
***
So the waves,
They danced upon the shore.
The rain,
Drenched us in laughter.
Breaking our hearts,
A million times over.
Myshelle Congeries 
Your words take me there…
May 19, 2013 at 9:42 pm
🙂 It was a beautiful moment papa.
This really did happen in Goa. 🙂
May 19, 2013 at 9:44 pm
A warm picture painted with words. I like it.
June 13, 2013 at 2:34 am
Thank you! 🙂
June 13, 2013 at 10:57 am