The Rain Fell Softly
— by Naveen Kumar Jannat
The rain fell softly and slowly,
Each drop a whisper no one could know
Flowers bloomed with shyness,
As if the earth blushed in embarrassment
She stood under a jasmine tree,
Eyes locked with his, but never free
A throng stood between them like iron bars,
With laughter as light as falling stars
They breathed the same damp, scented air,
Yet fate kept them unaware
In spaces that felt close, but were far apart,
With surging tides inside their hearts
His shirt clung to his warm skin,
And hers, like silk, hugged her close
Each glance felt like a touch they couldn’t take,
Each smile was a tremble they had to fake
Peers walked by with teasing eyes,
With grins, jokes, and casual lies
The world around them could never guess
The storm beneath their calm surface
For every joke, there was a hand she hid,
For every nod, a sigh he let out
Their bodies burned with silent pleas,
Like roots entwined beneath a tree
Her fingers longed to find his face,
To trace his jaw with gentle grace
His arms ached to pull her close,
To wipe away the drops and taste her tears
But duty called, and rules stood firm,
And eyes became walls within the hall
So all they did was share a look—
Two pages read but not taken
The rain kept falling, sweet and slow,
And blossoms bloomed with a silver glow
Their hearts echoed in secret moans,
In empty rooms and silent phones
When night arrived, the longing stayed,
No kisses shared, no skin exposed
Just memories of a near embrace,
And dreams of touch that stayed out of reach
They parted ways with heavy eyes,
Each step a prayer to fate's disguise
And in the dark, alone in bed,
Each whispered word the other said
"If dawn allows, if fate is kind,
If time and space could be rewound—
Let flowers bloom, and rain keep falling,
But let no crowd stand like a wall"
So with the night, their hunger remained,
Two souls in love, untouched, unchanged
They dreamed not of lust, but of gentle grace—
To hold, to breathe, to touch a face
About This Poem
"The Rain Fell Softly" is a poignant exploration of unspoken love and lingering longing. Set against the backdrop of a gentle rain and blooming jasmine, the poem delves into the silent world of two individuals drawn to each other, yet separated by societal barriers and the watchful eyes of a crowd. It captures the essence of unrequited desire and the profound connection that exists beyond physical touch, highlighting the beauty and pain of a love that remains just out of reach. This verse is a testament to the powerful emotions that can exist in the quiet spaces between people.