Thunderous rainfall, that electrifying smell
Fat droplets rolling down the windowpane
The freshness in the air, like rain laundered the earth of all its dirt, human kind of all its vices;
Rain is aesthetic, rain is beauty.

Rain is aesthetic, rain is beauty, rain is gloom
Ask the bride awaiting her groom
Unbeknown of the fact that the rain had snatched him away.
Afterwards standing by the alter, she watched her beloved’s body being carried away.

Blank stare, rain hiding her rolling tears,
She knew never would she forget this desolation,
Never had she known this magical waterfall that was her favourite, that always caught her beaming;
Would be her worst misery, her worst torment.

But what horrified her the most,
Her next confrontation with rain.
She hoped, wished, begged to efface, blot out her memory;
Or else whenever it rained it would be her doom day, always a doom day.