Dear Rain

My love, my heart whispers to you,
In your gentle drops, my soul renews.
You bring a smile, a soft delight,
Farmers’ hearts rejoice, with hope so bright.

Your cooling breeze, a soothing touch,
Relieves the heat, with a gentle clutch.
With every drop, a quiet tale unfolds,
Of life, renewal, and hope that never grows old.

In your showers, I find peaceful nest,
A time for joy, and love that’s truly blessed.
Chai and Pakoras, a gentle pair,
Savouring moments, without a single care.

I remember my granny’s gentle hand,
The feast of Teej, a love so grand.
We’d swing softly, on swings so high,
Feeling carefree, with a gentle sigh.

Laharia designs, and mehndi’s gentle hue,
A festive spirit, that whispers “I love you”.
Those memories linger, a treasured past,
Your showers bring joy, and memories that forever last.

You’re a blessing, a gift so divine,
Thank you, dear Rain,
You bring me smile, and a sense of delight,
In your gentle touch, my heart takes flight.