In the rains, I cry

I look at the rains,
The falling drops, reaching my veins,
I feel like getting wet under God's shower,
Dance like a peacock and bloom like a flower.

Then why do I keep away from heaven's water?
What stops me I always wonder,
This question pops up every time in my brain,
Yes, yes, yes, whenever I see the rain.

Neither am I a flower, nor a peacock,
I am a woman, with many locks,
I have my boundaries, set by the society,
I can dream, but cannot live them,
I feel the rains, sinking in my veins,
Deep I think, smelling the wind,
I want to fly, but then I realise even the bird's wings aren't left dry
And then in the rains, every time I cry.