The rain visited us last night, making the soil wet with desire. Today the breeze drifted around the trees, serenading the flowers and the breeze. And a few minutes ago, I drank a pint of Whisky to add a spin to my Thursday night!

It's raining again and you will miss me. And certain feelings happen in the rain. You will pine for me. The way I love you. You will be desperate to have me near you. Your feelings will engulf you as the rain does to the earth.

The rain always makes me wonderWhat is it that the clouds ponder?Will I write something tonight?But I don't want to miss the thunder!

So I went back in time and told her how I liked the smell of soil after the rain. It has a special place in my heart. It reminds me of my childhood days. Days spent in happiness and tranquility.

The rain is a herald of love and tenderness. And rain that falls in the night intoxicates us in myriad feelings of sublimity. We then get swept along in the downpour of tender and sensitive feelings...

Throw away that umbrellaAnd feel the rain touch your skin!Feel my words Touch your body and soul!

And I will wait for you like the leaves for their rain...

The rain reminds us of everything sensitive, tender, and sublime!

O Megh (Rain) let the raindrops fall...