If I were the rain,
I'd be dying to touch the earth,
cascading from nimbus clouds,
desperate to quench your thirst.
Yearning to bring new life
and glistening morning dew,
to a cold and arid place
where a garden never grew.
Today the sun may shine,
tomorrow may be the same,
but somewhere on the horizon
are skies that I'll reclaim.
I'd shower you with tenderness
and promises never untrue.
If I were the rain,
I'd be falling for you.
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 10:58 PM UTC
If I were the rain,
I'd be dying to touch the earth,
cascading from nimbus clouds,
desperate to quench your thirst.
Yearning to bring new life
and glistening morning dew,
to a cold and arid place
where a garden never grew.
Today the sun may shine,
tomorrow may be the same,
but somewhere on the horizon
are skies that I'll reclaim.
I'd shower you with tenderness
and promises never untrue.
If I were the rain,
I'd be falling for you.
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