The rhythm of our rain is spastic,
Unexpect the worse,
Feel the drops on your eyes,
Feel their abstract drift down your face,
Palpable as the day we met,
Never see the next drop coming,
But always dry off for more.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 3:43 AM UTC
The rhythm of our rain is spastic,
Unexpect the worse,
Feel the drops on your eyes,
Feel their abstract drift down your face,
Palpable as the day we met,
Never see the next drop coming,
But always dry off for more.
-April 2013
