Shower
Shower
When the winds whish through the trees
And the aroma of petrichor fills the space,
When those clouds cry out to be freed from the dark circle
And those droplets dangle and fall from the tips of a leaf,
When those frogs croak in happiness
And earth enjoys this entire experience,
There is a lonely soul, wanting just your shower of love,
To get rid of the numbness and feel alive again!!