Monsoon Rain

The droplets from heaven descend,

In unending streams of happiness,

And touch your honey velvet skin,

Starting fire with a soft sweet caress,

Your hair catch a few diamonds,

But your eyes outsparkle their brilliance,

As the bright red of your lips,

Slightly smudged, commanding a glance,

The silk embracing your body,

And accentuating the contours of bliss,

The monsoon rain a raging fire,

The cold breeze a passionate kiss.