Looking for rain.
I stood beneath the waiting skies,
No drops, no touch, just silent cries.
I yearned for even just a trace,
But clouds passed by my face.
The winds beside me whispered low,
Their scent revealed a distant glow —
The rain had fallen, soft and free,
But not for skies that hung on me.
No tears would gather in my eyes,
Just empty clouds and hollow tries.
And all that’s left, both near and far,
A thirst that chases one false star.
ஒரு சொட்டு மழைக்காகக் காத்திருந்த கண்களுக்கு,
கிடைத்தது கண்ணீர்கூட அல்ல — காணல் நீரே!