The rain dances on my skin
as I search for you.
I wonder if you are hiding
behind these dark clouds
playing with me with your
And the wet chant takes me
to a buried moment
of incense and crushed rose petals,
of slow strokes and muted whispers,
of thunder and lightning.
I am soaked in those memories
and time grows heavy with
I wonder if the caress of the winds
carried my song!
For when the raindrops smelled like you,
I knew I had found my sanctuary
I had found you!
When the humid wind turned soothing cold
and the sweltering sun buried below
the dark grey clouds,
my wait to greet the rain – I could feel,
would be over soon.
As Gods played Diwali in the sky,
Thunders, blue and white
appeared to my eyes.
I thought I could hear your song
and your sigh!
Yesterday you said, it was raining there,
and when I asked you for some,
You replied, ‘But that I cannot share’!
Deep down I knew,
your love was too sublime
to deny me anything from your heart.
So when the raindrops smelled like you
I wasn’t surprised at all, I was,
rather soaking wet
from the rain
and glowing from your love.