“Take your rainbows
Oh! high monsoon instead cloak me and her with rain
so that we can hide from that tragic fate
Wrap us in one of those grey clouds
lets us sail through that gush and storm
hide us in these thunder and black clouds
until the end of time
or
until we melt too and drip through these very own skies
sell my soul to feisty east winds for more time in her arms
because
I know no separation
only death
oh! melancholy rain
oh! melancholy rain

do I have to cry louder than the thunder itself
and lose my ability to utter 'love you'
and be labelled as betrayer in front of her confessions
I better be unborn and with no existence
If there is no being; how can there be separation.”