The Wait for Unending Rain

It's pouring water again.
The elevated expectations, the heavy heart,
the unease, the hope for droplets to wash the mundane.

The sky is showering anew.
The dust is settling, the suppressed desires rising,
pleased with the awakened milieu.

The day has seen downpour.
The heart tremored with a knock at the door,
opened, smiled, no more no more.

End of reverie, the train of thoughts shackled in a chain.
Only for some time, but it lived again;
The sky is showering anew,
The day has seen downpour,
It's pouring water again.

What is a heart, of feelings which is drained.
May be eternal, it is worth-
the wait for unending rain.