Flipping pages one by one,
She sat beside the window looking outside,
As the rain poured incessantly.
Droplets few kissed her lips,
And she closed her eyes to acknowledge it.
The wind rushed in and caressed her hair,
She gently went back as she felt the touch.
The rain started to roar and echo with thunder,
And lightning flashed its flash bulbs and captured her image.
She put the book aside and ran into the rain.
Dancing like a lil lass who'd just stepped out to play.
She jumped into a puddle and splashed the water over her head.
Looking towards the sky above
She closed her eyes and greeted it with a smile.
While the heavy drizzle washed her completely from head to toe.
All that lip gloss, mascara and cream,
gave way to her true self that lay beneath.
Buried behind a fake identity,
Which she was forced to wear,
To make the world cheer in glee.
Suddenly, a voice pierced in the rain,
Like that of god in a loud thunderous way.
That very moment the rain vanished without a trace.
And she walked towards a near by chair.
It was the movie's director who shouted Cut! Shot OK!