Rains.. Rains..

Rains, Rains...
These rains carry with them many memories and times.
They have a way of entering your hearts
They thrill you and play with your thoughts
Drop per drop they symbolize and encapsulate the elixir of life.
They fall from the sky and unite on the earth.
They are precious they are dear.
They are transient they are immortal.

Rains, Rains...
Some drip as scented pearls from a girl's hair.
Some glisten as beads of sweat in passion.
Some trickle as salted rivulets of sorrow
Some remain untold and veiled behind silent eyes
Some relish, as drinks of pleasure from a lover's lips
While some are drunk as poison in anger, anguish and hurt

Rains, Rains...
These rains, they have a mind of their own
I am swept clean now, I stand exhausted, spent
The rains have brought me back to life
They are my repent, and they have let me absolve
A part of my past....

Rains.. Rains..