This Rainfall

Early in the morning the thunder showed itself,
The breeze seemed to be holding all our secrets.
Raindrops fell, and the skins were wet in amazement,
The roof trickled sadness down and they drained off.
Petrichor was yet another addiction of the nose.
It brought along all the memories, both good and bad.
The seasons came, the seasons passed,
But the rainfall always enthralled,
Just like she never really left his heart.
Yes, she never ever left his heart.