First Rain of Love

That first time when our eyes met,

It was as if the earth received its first rain.

Something had changed in the air,

And the heart... it was as if it met itself.

Nothing was spoken, but there was a lot to say,

It was as if there was a lot of meeting in the heartbeats.

That moment, that look, that glimpse,

A glow settled in every corner of the heart.

Desires wet with the raindrops,

An unspoken statement hidden in every drop.

The roads were wet, so were the dreams,

And we... just got swept away somewhere.

The first rain of love taught,

That a lot can be said without saying anything.

Even today, when it rains somewhere,

The heart repeats that first season.