Rains are like postmen
Carrying letters from far and wide;
Letters of memories and pains
From deserts of your heart
To the beautiful shores of your eyes.
You stare at the falling rain for just a moment,
A cloud burst, is what your eyes play
Pouring on you, days of good and bad;
Showing you scenes on the blur screen of tears.
You cry and smile at the very same time;
Cry, for you miss those days,
Smile, for you lives those days.
What beauty oh lord!
And finally the movie ends.
You’re back in your room,
Staring at the drops on the leaves.
You wipe your eyes,
You smile from heart.
And thank the rain;
For its beautiful show.