Listening to rain beating,
It’s own rhymn on the roof.
And it has its own heartbeat.
And I drift in and out of sleep,
On its wave.
Night’s darkness had woken her up,
A promise of rain hung in the air.
There was a taste of water,
In the back of her throat,
When all she really wanted was wine.
Left her bruised,
But she wouldn’t stop,
Letting the world brush against her.
Wildflowers between the raindrops
Does the moon wonder,
What it’s like to feel the rain?
Why does the sound of rain,
Make me think of you,
And the lines of your body.
“You say you love the rain,
But you use an umbrella to walk under it.
You say you love the sun,
But you seek shelter when it’s shining.
You say you love the wind,
But when it comes you close your windows.
So that’s why I’m scared,
When you say you love me.” – Bob Marley
But I dance in the rain to feel it on my skin,
Sit in warm evening sun,
Letting it sink into my bones,
And let the wind play with my hair.
So believe me when I say,
I love you.