Pluviophile

Last night, with thunder rhyme,
I was about to go through euthanasia,
When rain dropped,
It sinked into my heart,
Lunatic me can't reveal,
I noticed my soul in shower again...,
Mine regret was dust,
As pearl got stuck in my head,
Thundering was pleasing as moon beam,
Inquest,
If skies wishes to melt dark night,
When the Scandals smelled splendid,
Rain patters was about to cherish my soul,
There I realised,
It's my felony to stop melting my soul.!

~Varisha