I felt lonely when I got hurt. I thought maybe you were with me just for a second to give me comfort. A friend. A partner. A hugger. Oh, my dear rain! No words to express the bond.
Even in summer, I felt the need for you. Whenever the land gets darker, I saw up hoping to find you. But poor me found it's only the game of clouds ( your mom). I always know it's summer. But I need you, whatever season, month, day, or year it may be. I still need you and always will.
Days passed. Every day I hoped it would rain one day or another. I lost only days, not hope. At last here you are! You came at the exact moment when I stepped outside. First I doubted it because of the tiny and tiny drops. Then I realized It was you. At last, I found you on the brightest hot day. You poured so little that only a few can notice at the moment. When I realized and called mom, you felt shy and went. Not even the traces of you left. Oh, my dear rain! Few minutes went the climate has changed. Clouds growling at 12 in the summer noon.
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