The sun is setting as dark clouds loom overhead.
I am hoping for a beautiful rainfall.
Drench my skin with your giddy taste,
and maybe bring a slight smile to my face.
Doubts pour into the heart and mind.
Her cherubic face cry teardrops.
They drench her face with silver streaks,
as a moonlit rainfall sings in peace.
Stars twinkle off a ways.
And a tender sleep drifts over, like a cloud.
The scent of lavender and rose, and the smell of chai,
leave the mind full of rest so that dreams may fly.