If It Rains In Heaven

When my vices and virtues will be measured by life's balance And if the lord thinks of sending me to the charming heaven, I will ask him only one and last question as it will be my last preference. That question of mine will definitely be if it rains in heaven. Will the rain fall on my burnt skin in heaven to soothe my aching heart? Will I ever be able to listen to the peaceful sounds of the rain? Will the rain ever hug me softly to help me hide my tears when I am hurt? God, give me bane of immortality so rain can forever soothe my pain. I need those little caring thunders which helped me to improve myself, The droplets of rain which softly kissed me when I sat alone I need them and I need those soft winds which hugged and provided help. Rain is not just my life's medicine, it is my whole life's backbone. Heaven is nothing compared to the loving, caring and soothing rain, For rain, I even refuse the charming heaven, as parting with rain is a pain.