When it rains I become a fugitive
I remember the sense love made
As the cold strikes through my bones
My hairs stand and my veins shine out
My blood boils and I think of her

When it rains
My thoughts climb over me with sensations
A reminder to find a lover
It's like a spell of love over desire
As I am on the wall dressed with discount to whom shall I run for my blood to warm

The descence of mind yawns for cling and match, rather my mind ignores my temporary intentions
But when it rains not, I am normal and thoughtless
Covered in a champions garment until it rains and wither in shiver, bite my teeth and long for sheets of embrace