Droplets fall straight from the heavens,
women, covering their heads
as they seek shelter,
running to and fro.

A deep rumble emanates,
shaking the Earth and my soul as well.
she caught my attention on that very day,
during that very storm.
Sopping wet, with hair entangled,
what a sight, I must say!
Regardless of her condition,
I found beauty on that very day.

The downpour continues,
never hinting to decease;
my love for her is like that storm,
raging like a beast.