The Rain Soaked Morning

I woke up one morning
to witness the night give
a goodbye hug to the rain
rains, often make you long
for someone you love
but you were not far away
you were present everywhere

the rain soaked morning
and the morning greenery
as tender, soft and fragrant
as your long lustrous wet tresses

the rich colors of the sunlight
a thousand special blends of peach
beauteous, spotless, cheery and hopeful
like the brilliance of your smiling face

the sunlight resting on the
dark morning clouds in the horizon
black cumulus wearing aurous shades
like light golden hues on your hair

a million sun kissed rain drops
joyous, virgin, capturing the morning beauty
in their convex curves
like your radiant black eyes

the morning wind, gliding past
the valley, mountains, rocks and ridges
laughing, singing, talking, whispering
in your silky, balmy voice

a pair of black backed forktails
preparing for a new day
their wet plumes as dark and sharp
as your smooth narrow eyebrows

a fresh flowering rose
it's young red petals quivering
in the chill of morning air
like your delicate sanguine lips

drenched rhododendrons on the slopes
luscious, glistening and so vibrant....
their bewitching flowers the glory of the valley
like your ravishing alluring graceful self

the sweet cold drizzling rain
the drops landing lovingly on the lusting land
crispy sounds on dead wet leaves
is it you, walking barefeet, on the soggy grass?

drenched morning taking a sunbath, the valley
resplendent in a million shades, sounds and smells
your shimmering scintillating sublime beauty
manifest in its every part

and I was only a silent admirer