Soaking Wet

The rain, the brisk,
those puddles and the mist,
held her there.
Soaking wet,
she reached to you with
her thoughts, her dreams to share
and
her little stories to tell.
Moving a little closer,
she let you in.
So just maybe,
there must be something
more to you.
A little more than
the warmth she looked for,
alone,
soaking wet,
in the middle of the night,
held by
the rain, the brisk
and
the puddles and the mist.

Ishita Bhatia

email: ishitabhatia18@gmail.com

Instagram: _occultatum__

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