The skies grew darker, 
Breeze turned to wind
And wind to window rattling storm. 
It may look ominous, 
But it's my favourite weather. 
You said it was, yours too. 
And you looked so beautiful then, 
In the soft gray light, 
Of the gray skies outside... 
And I thought,
Never had I loved you more
Than at that place, that moment. 
So magical.
And I thanked the heavens,
Again and again,
For bringing you and me close. 

Published by Sohini Dutta