When The Rains Return

I love the monsoon rain, and maybe it loves me too,
For every time it pours, it brings me closer to you.
I don't think of you, that's not what I do,
These memories, with every gust of wind, just come through.

I just watch the droplets, glistening and bright,
Somehow, your image appears in every single light.
There's something in the sound of the rain,
That pulls me back to those moments again and again.

I find myself living those moments once more,
I don't know how, but my eyes get wet and sore.
Yes, I love the monsoons, immensely, it's true,
They drench my heart with that feeling, so new.