I looked up,a little hope in sight
Been forever since heard the pittar patter
The only thing which makes me quiet

Suddenly the guilt inside me died
As I felt the drops of rain trickling down my conscience
Mad with joy I was
I forgot what I did I past

The first rain washed it all away
The thing I feared will stay
The first rain sculptured the new me
With overwhelming fragrance of wet mud and glee

From then I was never chased by my bad dreams
The old me was long been drained
All my sins vanished , they died with greed
Thanks to season's first rain