“IF”

The train is whistling in a distant place,
 Remotely that lies, out of this town,
 And is making me remind of you, my love,
 And realize- the distance between us, somehow.
 Now the night has become again so cold,
 Even if, the left winters days are quickly being counted down,
 So the coldness now, is because of the night,
 And due to the torrent, that is incessantly falling down.
 And am lying in my quilt, ever so soothingly, 
 When am sniffing this rain-washed-air like a hound.
 Now the water has started to flow,
 From the rooftops, to the mucky streets down.
 And what all is going on, in my lonesome mind,
 When all this is happening around-
 How much would I have loved all this,
 If you were here, with me now?