The words are falling in colloquial fashion. Too much of unheard rhymes and too less of poetic vines. May be, I am stuck in Shakespeare's rhymes. Silence, Juliet cried. I look towards the sky - the clouds are now crying. The daffodils are screaming another spell of Wordsworth poems but that won't change the fate of some old age rhymes. Surreal, Juliet sobbed. I caper on the melody of rain - the clouds are now dancing along. The gentle touch of a raindrop has drifted me to another world. I can see, Dali and Gala are now falling in love leaving behind all surrealism. #Collab & share what you usually do when it rains. #raindiary #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba
