Uninvited Storm

By Akash Kumar Mishra

I was rain,

falling without invitation,

soft enough to kiss skin,

loud enough to drown silence.

They danced in me,

laughing, twirling, arms wide open,

until the moment they felt soaked.

Then I wasn’t romance.

I was an inconvenience,

a storm they never asked for.

By Akash Kumar Mishra

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