Rain is a soft silken dream
Of our celestial solitude
A melody of hillocks and east wind,
Of sorrows and smiles..
Rain is a traveller of hope
of a tree that of fondness
Planted by Aphrodite
To enchant lovers of all eras
Rain is like a little child of our past
Playing hide and seek in angelic wings
With a smile that of innocence
For us to cherish for ages
Rain is an image of hidden pain
Of the unseen tears of our heart
Armed in white and pearl
To conquer our own silent battles
Rain is a poem of a summer cloud,
All set in a regal palanquin
Of forgotten Springs and sunshine,
Of tears and heartbreaks,
Of prayers and renaissance,
For us to cleanse our own cluster
Of perilous nightmares..
Rain is a soft velvet dream
Of our past and present
Of blossoming flowers
Of the songs of the valley
And our deep rooted faith
Carved on elements earthen
for us to dream to hope for…..