He waited for the coming summer
Greeted by spring in February
He saw her smile in every flower that bloomed
He saw her dance with the leaves that loomed
It was just a mirage
Not a miracle
Was he waiting for miracle?
As Spring made it's way into the heat of April
He waited for the rains to arrive
Greeted by the petrichor of first rains in the June
Staring at every droplet that kissed his windowpane
Some kind of lightning struck him
His crazy heart drove him out of his house
Every droplet that touched his skin
He could feel her kissing him..
And when the earth was all dolled up in it's elegant green dress
When the downpour was tamed
And the thunderstorms had returned to their homes
The winds from the north brought those cold memories back
When the trees had begun shedding their beloved blades
When the soil was a collage of red and yellow foliage
There came a mysterious voice from the past
Whispering into his ears
The voice of nostalgia..