It was happening again,
It was attacking again,
My worries, tensions and anxiety,
Shattering them and flowing them away.

It was not an army of people,
But water droplets,
Pelting on my glass window  continuously last night,
Biding their final goodbye.

It was a beautiful goodbye,
A bitter sweet moment.
I was happy that it came back to meet me,
To say a final goodbye,
But also sad that it was going,
Away from me,
For months.

I will miss how it soothened my soul,
Relaxed my mind,
Made my heart flutter.

How it made goosebumps appear on my skin,
How it made me feel comfortable in spite it's coldness,
How it inspired me and nourished the writer inside me,
How it never failed to make me fall in love with it,
The rainfall.