Life is passing me by; tis like the dusty streets
Oft times, I feel only thunderstorms are for me

And then like nascent flower buds,
Like daybreak from clutches of the night,
Gushes love in to my life

Like a hearty full-bodied rain,
Drenches me in its embrace
The dusty streets revamped; a giant looking-glass
Pitter-patter, plop – plop, their mesmerising drone
They play out a melody; to the rainsong,
My love-drenched heart plays a giddy tattoo

The rain swathes me in her arms,
Creating merry whirlpools of desire in my breast
My feet; the muddy puddles creating magical waves
O! The wellspring of desire becomes me
Drench me entirely, temptress rain, O I am in love…