I miss the drops that poured with romantic ache
Begging to touch the ground, letting light pass
One lady who liked the torrential downpour
Welkin had torn apart to let the sun in
To shine on streets, telling me that rain comes

Because when the clouds thunder and speak loud
Many quell their walk, open umbrellas
To cover the crowded alleys with shrouds
Hanker chiefs wipe sweat and balk at wet roads

The streets shut after every monsoon load
As restaurants quite flooded, close their doors
For men looking for a cup of coffee
As well as women ordering food
They look for love behind the street corners

I miss the days that poured with pained romance
Didn't wear sunglasses to keep out glare
Because when people are under umbrellas
They wear a changed look, with tears in the rain