It was a rainy day Driving back home The car steered me Towards you Your grave... Can i ever forget How much you liked the rain? The white Wet Marble of your grave Sparkled like your smile Every falling drop Bounced to embrace me I could feel you, and how happy you were But I could also hear you Say this Very clearly 'Za Bachiya baraan de (Go my child, it's raining) and you don't have an umbrella'