The Story of June

The Story Of The June

The unexpected and cascading rain of the June.
I request her to meet up thinking of her in the noon.
Getting dark, too dark that I can only see the moon.
All soaked up while driving and listening to the tune.
In distance, I can recognize her jacket colored maroon.
She looks wonderful, and in front of her, I look a cartoon.
She is not alone and she brings her favorite platoon.
They talk, she laughs, for me, her voice & smile is a boon.
That way I assume that she judges me as a goon and a loon.
We then farewell each other promising to chat very soon.

Finally, I realize that I am neither a goon nor a loon instead I was becoming her dearest friend later but soon.

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