Every drop that reaches me,
touches my face and slides down
through my lips to neck,
It stamps
heavenly love on me
and my inner soul.
They touch me-
caress me and entice me;
I, an earthly soul
crave for that godly touch.
My quench-
to drink love from lips and
and eyes satisfying that thirst...
This rain and me make love this way.

- © निहारिका