When it rains,
I go out, in open spaces,
Where company
To keep me just a tree,
And listen to the noise of the rain
Creeping through the leaves,
Falling on my arms
With noise of remembrance.

Dripping over me sky,
On the notes of leaves-
The rain sings through my hair
Leaving behind
Smell of wild flowers,
Smell of tree in love with the sky,
Smell of longing and sadness.

When it rains, I become a meadow
Yearning for the music of your steps.

Tags: Rain, Poetry, Love, Nature