October Rains

You were like those October rains,

In my parched autumn that year,

Adding a life to,

My otherwise dead soul.

A serene downpour of affection

Mesmerizing not only me, but also

The threshold of my very being.

You poured on me that year,

The October rains of incandescent love,

Casting all over my existence,

The warm, dark gray clouds of happiness,

In the otherwise clear skies,

Of my emotions.

The scorched branches of joy

In my soul, which had long forgotten

What rains feel like, what even,

Moments of, some drops of tenderness feel like,

These branches sprouted new leaves of hope,

For your heavy rains of October,

Poured a new life in them,

That year, and those once dried branches,

They grew an astounding November foliage,

Since then, they have never withered again.

The lush pink blossoms of your love,

And, cherishing at that,

Have bloomed all over my being.

The October of that year,

Has long passed by, yet, the rains,

They have not ceased,

They are seamlessly pouring on my soul,

Every moment, just like,

The October rains that year.