It tastes like heaven when they fall on you
A burst of shower that chills you
It washes away your tears when you cry
It makes you smile in a way that is wry
It is mysterious but when you listen
You hear your heart reflected
It drums down my window in a silent whisper
The breeze knocking at my doors
It makes you pine
And the earth divine
Enamors you with her ethereal aroma
As if it too is rejoicing in the miracle…. called Rain
