Rain in Summer

I no more expect rain in summer,
But if it rains I drench
With my heart and my body,
Penetrated in the veins the shower
Drifts in the blood.
The sudden cloudbursts are like exquisite blossoms.
I reckon the past the present the future
In the flimsy beguiled moment of ecstasy.
Yet raindrops are true.

Your presence is no more expectable;
But acceptable;
In the soul and the body and the veins.
You are not monsoon's rain,
You are those sudden cloudbursts of summer.