I run to find a corner in my terrace, my spot.
I wait to embrace you;
You visit as you promised on dot.

You first drizzle and then fall.
I was cold because of you;
To keep myself warm, I curlup into a ball.

We communicate. That's right.
Dialect turns to sound waves to reach you;
Same waves and particles compose you & I.

From Evolution to fallen empires, is where you take me and go.
Given the same age, The Mother Earth & you;
You tell me stories from many moons ago.

I say, the smell you bring...