Rainy Day Poem

I hear the softly falling rain,
In the first hours of night,
Splashing on my window pane,
As I sit down to write.
I sit a while and wait
For the verses to start,
But I cannot concentrate,
With a rain-enamored heart:

It is bliss to lie awake,
As rain gathers strength anew,
I see the tree tops shake,
And somehow I think of you.
You found the rain lovely,
And loved each rainy day,
If only you were with me,
Not to visit, but to stay.

Diptesh Ghosh