When It Rains Poem by Nazar Malolmuku

on a snowy evening she came to my office.
i hope, she may ask about me, my name, and everything,
to the other staff.
I have seen her out of my cabin through the glass door,
she never looked at me.
I was watching her for the last six months in our bus stop
who wearing dhavani every day, which i liked so much!
but we couldn't talk until now.
nobody started it.
and now she is here.
i reached near by a staff, after she left, who talked with her,
to know why she came here for
the girl, just came here to know whether anybody have umbrella?
because it s raining out side..!