My Love in the Drops of the Rain

Every tear I have ever shed for her,

would rise as vapour,

returning to the clouds.

I wish she would stand in the rain,

if only for a little while.

And if, just once,

she stood under the falling rain,

perhaps my love

would find its way to her

through the drops that kissed her skin.

I wish every drop of that rain

would gently caress her,

tracing its path along her face,

down her shoulders

and across her heart.

before falling to the earth,

only to rise once more as vapor,

returning to the clouds,

to begin the journey again.

Even if I am no longer part of this world,

I hope she will still feel my love,

whenever the rain touches her.

For as long as she walks on this earth

and as long as she draws another breath,

my love will return with every rainfall,

and endless cycle,

where the sky remembers

what my heart never forgot.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind