The rain is in, with the breeze,
Spraying water on me with care
Wetting my hair and cheeks,
With fine drops of nature’s love.

Rains make me smile, reminding
The best nostalgic moment of past,
Locking me to the childhood days,
Which seeded love to the life.

I know rain as the noisy campanion,
Of a lonely wandering teenager,
Dropping from the green leaves,
Dancing on my window pane.

I know rain as  a muscian, playing
Notes on my roof top during,
Wee hours of night, when,
Crickets are awake, rest asleep.

I love the rains, which touch,
The ground and merge to the sand,
Evoke the fragrance of Mother earth,
To heal the wounds without scars.