She's like the rain drops that fall in our hands
A grey eyed wolf in the cotton white skies
She looks down, out of reach

She owns the streets drenched in puddles
Reflecting the relics
Washes the sidewalks every afternoon

The flowers in her hair bloom in many hues
Like jewel mines
Which need to be searched thoroughly

She lives on a rainbow
Letting me gaze on her
Soon, the earth will be variegated, with nobody left to stare

Looking into the skies of black
We take what is clear
Seeing what we lack

A brown fog that clouds our sight
Asking for me, and a bit of you
I cannot remember what day it rained

But, when the rain comes, I find myself smiling
Cherishing her
The memories, often, coming back