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.