On the day of the first rains

 

Scent of love is everywhere.

In the flaming forest of flowers,

In the swoon of lovers,

Separated by time,

In the welling of eyes,

Of one with unrequited love,

In the tears of a mother

Of another,

Who's leaving for battle,

In the tears of the seeker,

In the temple,

In petrichor,

On the day of the first rains.

Rain on, dear Love.