Rain Again

You drizzle on my face
And at each touch of water
I feel pores
Opening
While I thought there were none
These pores
They expand
Like lotuses
And bloom into holes
Before I know
I have evaporated away
I am flooded
With you
I am frantically
Paddling
Gasping
For one last shred
Of myself
To pull myself out
Yes, I succeed
And here I am!

- Chandni Girija 14-06-16 23:42