the rain is controlled,
with a whip,
it's being cast up,
spun,
twirled then hit.
it's thrown against glass,
dew drops in my hair,
the soft touch on my skin,
I stroke them off, upmost care.
joins with the sea,
a seamless stream,
silver and frothing,
home to the bream.
plenty of fish,
and I've got my catch,
needed no bate,
my heart on a latch.
I'll love you forever,
in this whirl,
we're the drops that chase,
on car windows we swirl.
you're keeping warm,
passed this hurricane,
August, October, September, November,
catching my rain.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 5:12 AM UTC
the rain is controlled,
with a whip,
it's being cast up,
spun,
twirled then hit.
it's thrown against glass,
dew drops in my hair,
the soft touch on my skin,
I stroke them off, upmost care.
joins with the sea,
a seamless stream,
silver and frothing,
home to the bream.
plenty of fish,
and I've got my catch,
needed no bate,
my heart on a latch.
I'll love you forever,
in this whirl,
we're the drops that chase,
on car windows we swirl.
you're keeping warm,
passed this hurricane,
August, October, September, November,
catching my rain.
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