The one umbrella I give her and get drenched in the rain.
My eyes are not dry as rain bathes my eyelashes makes me cry in joy.
I'm happy she's not wet as it pours on pitter patter pitter patter.
In the rain I find the might of love and in the music of the pour I hear my heart burning in the light of sound.
With her in the rain, morning Aug 2 2024 on way to school. Indebted to Nat Lipstadt for his inspiration against my comments on his poem "What is a soundless Sound".