O' Thundery Clouds, You Don'T Rain, It's Your Drops of Passion

O’ thundery clouds, Your sweat drops so hard; No-No-No, Sorry from depth of my heart, Redolence of drops aren’t of sweat, Sweet moist rose from land, Affirms tear of emotion, Rolling from your soul; Chill our mind, heart and soul; O’ thundery clouds, You ablaze up quixotic nerve, It’s time for love; O’ my girl its romantic time, Rain has wet your body and mind, Get some warmth what I have, seep through all your body Reach your soul and rest, Let’s make love, come and hug, Kiss me hard lip to lip, Body to body, soul to soul, So are one, always is one: O’ thundery clouds, Its love spell for us; You don’t rain, you don’t sweat, Poignant drops from your heart, Releases scent of inebriation, Lures us for two bodies one soul, O' thundery clouds, You don't rain, It's your drops of passion; © Sadashivan Nair