Chasing the Monsoons

I walk the street,
hoping to get to work.
Little did I know I would meet,
rain on the road at a fork.

I suddenly crave for coffee,
and a loving warm hug.
The rain has an effect on me,
and I go out to grab myself a mug.

Getting wet to the bone,
suddenly it dawns on me.
No one should be alone,
someone to hold your hand there should be.

Feels good walking in the rain,
the smell of wet earth exhilarating my senses.
Helps me drive away the pain,
and frees me from all pretences.

Everyone should walk once in the rain,
it really is a beautiful excercise.
Walk not alone and in vain,
its all about love, to be precise.