the rain was just a drizzle
like my feelings any more
as we stood in awkward chat
and you can't find me any more.
not in here, at least,
in a quasi-happy fete,
with celebrations halted
because they make you fret.
I can't see my heart to give it
for it's always given back
and we'll stand in smoke and raindrops
with me turning myself black.
it can't reflect the light
so you'll perhaps not see
that my eyes have turned away
and my heart it didn't stay
and the part you have
is just the surface-me.
I won't let go, or let you in,
you'll only get the drizzle
not the swim.
Her kind of rain was the kind that drizzled
Her drizzles were like soft rain,
On grey days, they made perfect sense to align with interspersed clouds hanging heavy on blue-less skies
But on days when a storm beckoned it's calling
I lost her,
Where it never drizzled
Without you it's so dismal,
I tell you, it's not blissful!
But still bae, it's a drizzle,
With you here in the middle,
Oh my, It's still a fist full!
If I didn't have you on skype, I would have 8 hours of my day free.
Why are you 'grieving'?
The distant howl of a fox
The high pitch sound of crickets
The croaking of the frogs
The light sound of the drizzle
This music of the Night
Makes me dreamy and happy
And I am slowly
slipping into the night's sleep
I see rain dancing on the stage of the pond.
Fish see heaven throwing a thousand kisses.
My wife see a drizzle of olive oil on a pot of spaghetti.
The scientist sees condensation and precipitation.
The rain sees reincarnation.
A poet see them all in permutation.
The trees dance
to your madness
As your heart hides thunder
and your veins resemble lightning...
Perhaps by the darkness of your soul.
We were guaranteed that when it rains,
it will pour like never before...
Fear not to cry little one.
There is far more hurricane in this world
and you Ms,
you were not made for occasional drizzle.
On stormy days I think back,
To the time where she was with me.
She would dance,
She would sing.
She was gorgeous,
Like the rain.
A beautiful storm in her own right,
Nature's finest creation.
I was just the stepping stone,
I was her drizzle.
I opened the stage for her to amaze,
To release her storm on the world.
If I am drizzle,
She is a hurricane.