Rain...every monsoon comes with some new chapters of memories. And I want someone I can fall for. He may like monsoon coz he's a clinomaniac & I like it coz I'm a pluviophile ? May be ! He may never go out widout an umbrella but I would love it when he doesn't stop me when I dance in the rain. He might like hard rocks, but it'd be nice if sometime he comforts himself with some instrumental covers.
Sunsets colours have always been my favourite. Those crimson endings are soul soothing. It's more beautiful when I lean on your arm looking at the horizon, where silence is comfortable. Would you please say something cheesy to make me blush when I'm lost in myself ?
Yeah I crave for long drives with the windows down on those hilly roads & its not mandatory he'd love it too. But I'd be happy if he asks to go out for a coffee, walking down on the rainy wet streets when the halogens would be lighten up. Rainy evenings & halogens, I find a magical chemistry in them . I love the sound of raindrops falling on a tin roof; I find music there. He may not be a fine singer. But I'd fall for him even more if he sings for me, not because I love music ,just because he loves me !
Probably I'm one of them who fall for imperfections !
* clinomaniac: who has d desire to sleep all day specially when it rains or snows.
* pluviophile: who finds joy & peace during rainy days, a rain lover .
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