So romantic is the time
when there drizzles a rain
For our eyes to watch in awe
The cozy splatter of the drops
And the lips sips in ease
Those fine drips of tea
From the fringes of a
Steamy glass cup.
That is the time
When nature fills us up
with a joy and bliss
And wraps us up
In its own blanket of chill
Letting us bask

In a sublime childish delight
That rain alone could render.
I know not if it was the sip
That I wished to taste again
Or those million joyful jingles
From those dancing water tringles
That I wished to mingle again.
Whatever the reason be
This is the season I love
To watch day or night long
Through my window sill.