When The Rain Smiles

It was hot where even the below wouldn't stay in it's bellows, Day after day the boiling roughness brought exhausting echoes, The victims of a mirage are like drops from an unfortunate temperature, Now the full stops are getting erased and how endless is the expenditure, On a Monday the umbrellas began to start shielding, Where even from those clouds the water of heaven starts yielding, I can feel the negative being washed away, And all my thoughts come in to be written as the lifes essay, Amidst the desired downpour I saw the young lass, Unbelievable it is that she is from my class, A true gift from Cleopatra in the form of her creation, Now I really feel how the heavenly rain helped in the intimate love's formation.