The midnight rains. Have you ever tried to sharpen your ears to the music of the midnight rains. Have you ever felt the aura even as the night blinded the majestic paths of those Royal showers. Have you ever tried to open the secret chest of wondrous senses they bring with them. The rains that arrive after the Sun retreats, After darkness soaks the lands, I, for once, would love to know, what magic it does Carry. Creeping In, a welcome stranger, into the cryptic silence, of my lonely nights. Yet, never let me feel alone. Thumping my rooftops, that ought disturb the silence of my night, Yet, always covering me, in some unforeseen blankets of guard. And once, I'd love to walk, naked, into the midnight rains, And close my eyes and feel, And dance, eyes closed, To the music the drops dance themselves to. And once, I'd lie down drenched, in the long forsaken darkness, alone, yet guarded. And let go of all fears and worries and hate and war. And be myself. For there's nothing more reassuring, Than to bare my soul, To the mystery of the midnight rains. That I wish to believe, came, just for me.