It’s raining.
Droplets tipping their way across the window sills.
Rushing away towards their end as fast as they began.
A hand making an imprint on the misty screen.
A little wish, a wider imprint engulfs mine.
SHAIKSPHERE
Droplets tipping their way across the window sills.
Rushing away towards their end as fast as they began.
A hand making an imprint on the misty screen.
A little wish, a wider imprint engulfs mine.
SHAIKSPHERE