Why don’t you, cover me up?
With your expanse, be my sky.
Why don’t you, tease me then,
With little gestures, reaching down?
Why don’t you, blind me now,
And let me guess, what you’re upto?
Why don’t you, come over me?
To weigh me down, till I sigh.
How I wish you come back. Why don’t you?
It poured, through the little and big,
Holes, across the veil of clouds,
Little here, more there, almost till,
I could no longer be drenched in it.
Dripping from my wet body,
like drops of dew from leaves on tree,
The light drowned me, upwards yet
Rinsed by the rain of light, I floated.