My eyes stuck to your rainfall
you all white making happy mist
as you fall and ever falling

I know the weight you carry
the joy of your water
and the secret you hides
under the infinite
bubbles of raindrop

I enjoy watching you falling
making all the fine art I ever knew :
your spring ,you raindrops :
no that is not me
I am only the painter
of the epic of your very own stories
yet In the love with
the scent of your watery cloud
I called
' The Nayagara'