Its rain uninvited perhaps of storms far away, br Knocking at the window to wake me up! br From amidst the letters scribbled last night, br My eyes open to a gloomy rainy day! br br A voice shattered of pain not of wine, br Grumbles recollecting a melody enchanting br And sing to the pace of the rhythm of the rain, br Alas! dissolves behind the window glasses, br Within the silence of a twilight morning! br br Seeking the meaning on the notes of past, br Looking up to the cloudy horizon, br I feel to sing aloud the songs de novo, br Fingers on my piano tremble of nightmare br That took away serene sleep last night! br br Day or night, or pain or pleasure– what matters, br Life is but a walk along the side of a river br That flows tranquil ever upon the path destined br A bracing shower upon senses, of rain, and br There is again sunshine to towel the wetness! br br Shower, O rain upon the gloomy mornings, br When there is dirt covering the conscious, br When it is hot and sands cry aloud the pain! br A shower that would gently wake up the soul, br To raise the spirit high upon the skies! br br Pigeons await me wet upon the roof br For a handful of grains for their tiny bellies br Take away these seeds, dear ones, and set ahead br For the skies await your joyous wings!br br Preeth Nambiarbr br