Rain

The monsoon season has begun. The cloud closed in and the whole city became dark. I can catch a glimpse of the sun rays trying to fight its way through, but failing. Within seconds, it started to pour...
As it rains, I stand near the window and ask myself,
"Rain is indeed the roaring laughter of the Gods..All you feel is bliss and joy. Listening to the thunder and snuggling in bed, with a wonderful book in hand, what else can you ask for? It sure is paradise on earth...But is rain all bliss and joy for someone who is heart broken?"

Its raining and you are not here
To cuddle and snuggle in your arms
To weep to my heart's content
To fall asleep on your chest.

Its raining and you are not here.
To keep me warm in your gingerly long arms
To calm my soul with your mystical eyes
To take away my sorrows with a touch of your lips.

Its raining and you are not here
To keep me safe from the fearful thunder
To protect me from any harm
To hug me and transfer your strength.

Don't you see
All I need is for you to be here
To be next to me

But alas!
How silly of me
Your comfort is no more here.
Your relaxation is not with me
And now i remember
The day I died.