Falling drops to the earth from the sky, 
Blurring pains griefs and sorrows to dry, 
Should that be a nature's mighty cry, 
Or is it when the birds and blossoms are shy. 

Fastening drops when felled on the earth, 
I got out of the zone and yelled on my birth, 
Deepening of the seeping droplets in the girth, 
Was the day of my birth. 

Craved for the creation of rains, 
To drain the solitude of brains, 
To give up all my pains, 
To recreate the lost veins. 

Wonder of shower when blessed us, 
Was the day of rains to us, 
Was the night of rain to us, 
Was the time of rain to us. 

Feeling those drops on and on, 
Breezed and buried the earth on and on, 
For what was ever mourn, 
Wasn't ever your own. 

Tinge and sooth of rain, 
Rain which erased your pain, 
Was the rain of vein, 
The rain of vein... 

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