The rain

Yesterday evening, while wandering about alone in campus, I happened to wet myself by walking in the rain.

''It is cool this summer. '' Said I .

Hanging around the playground, I found serenity and tranquility and said, ''rain to hear, why thou rain sadly?''

On every lap of the ground, I left my melancholy to keep them company.

This morning, recalling the rain, I went to the balcony to see it.

But the rain was nowhere to be found though I was longing for its arrival. Where was it gone to?

O, where was my rain gone to?