"white tee & blue jeans"

When it rains,

I stare at your window panes,

Hazy, unclear,

But still I could see,

The swirls of you greyish hair.

As you look out through your window sill,

I lend my palm,

For every single rain drop to fall,

And I began to feel……..

The birds sing & the leaves dance,

I try to guess…..

Is it melancholy…..?

Or it’s just my folly.

Am not a poet, neither a literati,

Am just a white tee, blue jeans

Guy from your locality.