The monsoon droplets hit,
Gently surpassing her cheeks.
Perhaps the perky child in her,
Found her body to which she
danced.
And there came those passer-by,
Who at her glanced.
Was it at her kiddish love for rain
Or the once pain which went in vain?,
Wondered they.
Some saw the kiddo in her,
While some saw her a mad!
The "parallax error" made its way
For once more time,
And she was surmised
by different eyes.
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