I'm done with the rain it keeps whispering her name every thumpy splash breaking beading down this window, I'm drenched in her fain like the wind cries and the birds sing as does the whizzing hum of a bee wing muffs the mist off the white flowery vine brings me around into the fruit of her smile one of so many wordful days I felt as hers nuzzled to her pink fuzzy sweater the way her fluffy socks rubbed up my legs as our eyes stare with pebble ripples my nights a sweltering hell in this drought of her