Peeping through the window pane,
The raindrops fall once again.
Completely nourishing my soul-
Are these prisms trying to console?
Drifts of cool winds so mesmerising-
So gently 'gainst my face- my body, striking
And through my back driving anxiety whole
Are these beauties trying to console?
Enchanting aroma of the soil-
Invites me to dance forgetting my turmoil.
Benevolently wraps me, 'Oh yeah!' My soul-
Yes- alluring nature as a wench is trying to console.