Not every story has a beginning

Nor every ending has a new beginning 

And that's how the encounter with her unfolded 

Monsoon has a restless element in it 

It makes you seek the unknown 

Soaking it's aura as I was treading the road 

I saw her there, alone

Drenched, looking forlorn

Even though it was deserted 

She didn't fear my presence 

She merely locked eyes with me

Dunno what it was but I went and sat beside her

And we both sat there in pregnant silence

As the rain washed our agony or longing

The showers gradually diminished

And we left

With our rainbows.

©LR