Like a Warm Summer Rain

The real love is so ethereal,

it is subtler than the subtle.

Making us float like a feather.

but binds the hearts together.

At an exchange of glances

or just in a look, it bechances,

It inspires some in a dream,

throwing us in a slipstream.

Without a word, without a name,

without a hint, without a claim,

creates a bond that is so strong

as if it was meant to be all along.

The magic of love is instantaneous

and its effects seem so spontaneous.

Words and reasons make no difference

to a heart which was stolen at a glance.

Inspiring us to be our best versions

and saving us from many diversions,

It bestows a new meaning to life,

making us feel joyful even in strife.

Adding a certain music to the silence

makes stars shine in ample brilliance.

it makes druids sing ‘n’ damsels dance,

and Yogis seek it in their trance.

Benign thoughts rise from emotions

as the rainclouds rise from the oceans.

Bringing across a warm summer rain,

where some sing ‘n’ dance and some refrain.

Some come out of their comfort zone

and make an effort to turn every stone.

The dampness dries up in the wind’s flow

making some beautiful memories glow.