When the rain lingers on my face
and trickles down across my skin
there is a longing for your touch inside
while I search for you on the horizon.
I wonder if you are hiding behind-
these dark grey clouds, with your lingering eyes on me!
Wish I could sing the words etched on my heart-
telling you that to your soul I belong!
The wetness brings back a buried time
of incense and rose petals crushed,
of candle lights and mellow kisses,
of slow strokes and silken sighs
amid thunders and faraway lightning.
I am soaked in those memories
while the time grows heavy with a longing,
I wonder if the caress of the breeze
could carry my unspoken song to you!
When the humid wind became soothing cold
and the sweltering sun got buried below-
the dark grey clouds, my wait to greet the rain-
I could feel, should be over soon.
Thunders, blue and white appeared to my eyes
as if it was Diwali up there on the sky.
Yesterday when I asked you for some rain
as you said, it was raining there,
‘But that I cannot share’, you replied.
Deep down I knew your love was too sublime
to deny me anything from the heart.
So when the raindrops smelled like you
it felt like my sanctuary had been found at last.