Rain's Rapture

I love to watch the rain.
I love even more to feel it.
And to stand drenched with my beloved on the rooftop,
spending time together, taking pictures in the rain—that feels wonderful.

Then, touching the rain together, the two of us—that feels so good.
My little rain-revels with my love,
if she's beside me... it just happens!

I've always loved taking photographs.
And if it's in the rain, with that person by my side,
then there's nothing more to say!

While taking pictures, under various pretexts of aesthetics—
brushing wet hair from my darling's forehead with her own hand,
adjusting her damp sari,
setting the bindi straight on her forehead,
getting her tender touch again and again under the excuse of fixing her kohl,
pushing her away to pluck kadamba flowers and asking her to tuck them in her hair,
and through all these pretexts, coaxing and turning,
asking my very own person to come a little closer! Ah, ah! 
Then it's as if a piece of heaven descends into my courtyard!

This is what life means!
My little rain-revels with her.
Her scolding and worry for me, fearing I'll catch cold—
I love watching that sweet fusion!
And if, under some pretext, she lovingly brings
steaming tea made with her own hands,
abandons her tasks to sit with me, stirring love into the tea-cup on the veranda,
keeping our beloved rain as company,
then there's nothing more to say!

I love all this terribly, what they call... ah, love crystallized to cream!
This is my rain-revel of love with her!
Rain always drowns me in shivers!
I love it even more when my unromantic darling, nose-deep in work,
sees the rain and thinks of me, calls me up... sends a text saying,
Missing you terribly!
Then I want this rain even more intensely.
This is my sweet mischievous rain-revel of love with her!
I love her, I love this cherished rain-revel with her alone!