Rain

To someone very dear, 

Rain brought you, they say.

You are Rain, I believe.

Full of vigor,

you make me live.

Serenity you carry,

transcends your flesh and touches the souls around.

You quench the thirst 

of company 

of symphony.

A company that fulfills,

A symphony that pulsates

And one comes over and over to you..

After all these lonely nights and dry days...

Oh, Rain....

When will you come again...

What you've got to tell??

You've got to tell

the day you get bored

Of questions asked, answers imposed

Of lies perfect, truth reticent

Of maiden try, ended in wry.

You've got to tell 

the day you get tired

Of endless walks, meaningless talks

Of assumptions made, conclusions shaped 

Of dreams crushed, decisions rushed.

You've got to tell

the day you want to bloom again 

With a rejuvenated heart, an infant start

With no regrets, only intents

For finding hope that you lost.

You've got to YELL

A rare chance

No one will ask

Ever again 

What you've got to tell.