Midnight's Rain

When it rains at midnight, Whether in drizzles or in torrents, Whether or not the raindrops Patter on my bedside window, Whether I am awake or asleep, I can hear their rhythmic music. I can see the bow of Cupid. When it rains at midnight, Heavens' secret amours with The earth incarnate. The rain Melts the Nature as does love Drench a lovelorn soul. The trees, The dry rivulets and the parched soil, All get soaked with the love of the gods. When it rains at midnight, A surge of urge submerges me too. I feel like pouring myself down on you Not in drizzles but in torrents, in rhythm, Waking you up from your cozy dreams, And warming you up with whispers of love, And gentle touches that make your lips part.