Me and Her

It was raining incessantly outside
Ravenshaw University bricks were flaming in the wash
A light breeze was caressing the trees
It was then when she entered the classroom.

Sprinkled in drops.
She regarded my sole presence
Composed, she started the sociological discourse.
The blackboard and chalk were her instruments.

But my mind was swimming somewhere.
The glimpse of drops nestled on her waist
Was distracting my senses.

Was it the aroma of earth or the breeze that carried her aura
Was it the chill in the air
Or the view of her contours, plastered.

Suddenly, she turned around and found me gaping.
Who blushed more, we chose to ignore

Time wrapped us in its ardor.
We waited, drenched in each others thoughts
The showers were ceasing
Yet it was still drizzling.

We had one umbrella to share
And we decided to move ahead.

Me and her, under one parapet.
So close, yet so distant
I felt her in my senses

As she left, I stood there
Under the drizzly skies
Soaking her within me.