The magical mirrored wall around us become hazy with the fog in the rain.
We were diving into each others eyes and become mad in the love game.
As drops were slithering through the wall we were crawling our hand on hand.
Gulping, sipping, tasting all the love and its charm.
Fervour in the breathing of each for doting as it is going to be last.
Making love like an art on the foggy glass.
And that’s how the love in the rain were so fascinating like a dawn.