Rain streaks across the skies;
Cupid’s arrows seek the Earth
wrapped in a white, misty veil
like a bride waiting at the altar.
A sudden burst of lightning flares
across the thundering clouds like
cannonballs shot in the air.
Hark! the groom has arrived.
In Holy Matrimony
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Thanks Bhakti
Nice one Rupali….
Thanks Rajesh