Raining Proposal...

Finally!

Ah! Finally,
I have you here.

At my doorsteps,
With a bouquet,
Of roses red.
Violins playing,
In the background,
The peals of love,
Singing into me,
A soulful symphony.

On your knees,
You ease yourself,
Smiling, into me.
Heart hammering,
Against myself, so hard;
I stood, waiting-
And you held my hand,
A quick peck, soft.

My eyes gave it away-
The eagerness,
I could not hold back.
Propped on your knees,
My hand held so safe,
You asked me,
The question of a lifetime-
Would you be mine?

Smiling through tears,
I answered in glee-
oh, yes.

Things never happen as in a dream,
Life never is a fairytale lived,
And, nothing ever happens the way,
It always does, in movies galore!

But...

You did come,
Soaking wet,
Drenched in the rains,
A sheepish grin,
Adorning your face-
Adding the charm,
That soaks me in, every time,
Over and over again.

Tossing the ball at me,
You stood- a challenge.
I sure am game,
I quip-
Washed in the rains,
We play a lonely game,
A football match,
In the storming rains.

The atmosphere eclectic,
The feelings ever so true,
Smiles and frowns,
Fouls and goals,
The zeal shining in our eyes,
The swearing and bitching-
All part of the game-
Indeed, a match made in heaven!

The rain lashed on,
The time eased on-
And, you did win, after all.
Smiling wide, you come up to me,
Teasing and taunting.
Making faces, I stood, fuming.
Tossing the ball at me-
Marry me, loser, will you?
You popped the question.

The ball, I never caught.
The question ringing in my ears-
I stood, drenched, in your love.

Picking the ball, all smiles-
I toss it back, at you, teasing.
I never had to give you the answer-
You always knew.
Lets have one more game,
You shout.

I gave in-
The raindrops running all over me.

You came over,
Held me dripping wet-
Will you?
Magnetizing a gaze,
Breath ever so racy-

Yes I quipped,
Provided, you let me win-
I teased, kicking the ball hard.

The game never went to completion-
As the rains lashed on, and on...