Gratifying the yearning soil, fell that first raindrop,
That long wait finally coming to stop.
To meet, get absorbed and become one,
Perfect contact, like it had with none.
And when they meet, they become whole,
Union so pious, can be smelled, odour that feeds your soul !!
Temporary it is, despite being so complete,
And they have to keep waiting to meet again and again, to repeat!!