Rain tap tapping
Upon the pink spotted umbrella
Beneath which we stand
On this dreary day.
The rain creates a melody
Of translucent color,
Similar to your whispering
Voice in the nighttime.
Sharing the umbrella, we stand
closer to each other than normal,
Almost huddled together, keeping
Each other warm.
Step, tap. Just a little closer you
Step over to me, and smile.
That idiotic smile of yours.
It makes me go wild.
And I kiss you, two lovers in the rain.
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC
Rain tap tapping
Upon the pink spotted umbrella
Beneath which we stand
On this dreary day.
The rain creates a melody
Of translucent color,
Similar to your whispering
Voice in the nighttime.
Sharing the umbrella, we stand
closer to each other than normal,
Almost huddled together, keeping
Each other warm.
Step, tap. Just a little closer you
Step over to me, and smile.
That idiotic smile of yours.
It makes me go wild.
And I kiss you, two lovers in the rain.
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