Yet again, the season of rain
has arrived, or should I call it
the season of love, the season which reminds me of us, as i
associate you with the rain.

I still remember how you said
you love the rain, because it
reminds you of me, as you
always wanted to feel the
raindrops with me, and said you
shall sit by my side, holding hands
and give me a forehead kiss,
the promises, which I still miss.

But...