|Posted by Rohan Baidya on October 9, 2009 at 12:03 PM|
It all commenced with gentle touch,
falling down in grace, from the sky.
Pitter-Patter it dropped down such,
as I looked, it splashed my eye!
I wonder where you come from,
Oh! you little adored drop of rain.
Endlessly to me you often come,
flowing down to my window pane.
Retards the time, as the day goes pale
as the show revokes with enthusiasum.
Sometimes hammers the massive hail,
while sometimes delightful precipitation.
Be frolic brother, to this moment upon,
it's time to relieve your stringent pains.
For every profound heart falls open,
when you stand outside, as it rains.