the drop

for every rain lover like me

FROM NIMBUS CLOUDS, SCRIMMAGING THROUGH THE SEQUOIA TREE.

THERE CAME A SACROSANCT DROP THAT BECAME A PART OF ME.

STANDING ALONE, KISSING THE RAIN. I CAN FEEL THE ONENESS AND THE PAIN.

THAT WE SHARED WHEN THE WATERS WERE DRY AND WHEN EVEN THE SUNSHINE WAS WET IN THE SKY.

AND EVERY TIME YOU CAME, OUR STORY IS MORE LOVINGLY LAME

AND AS I FELT HOW IDYLLIC YOUR PETRICHOR CAN BE THERE CAME A DROP THAT BECAME A PART OF ME.

AND NOW IT FEELS BITTER COLD, I KNOW MY EVERY PART IS GETTING OLD

BUT YOU CAME WITH THE WINDS TOUCHING WITH CARE, AND TOLD ME THAT DEEP INSIDE THERE IS A LAYER

WHICH IS SCREAMING WITH LIFE EUPHORIC, I FEEL IT’S PRISTINE IT’S EPIPHANY

AND AS I START TO FEEL LONELY, THERE CAME A DROP THAT BECAME A PART OF ME.

ONLY YOU KNOW THE PLUVIOPHILE ME, YOU BECAME RATHER DEMURE, COMELY.

BROODING ON THE DENOUEMENT WITH FELICITY, I TELL OUR DALLIANCE, A SERENDIPITY.

AND WHILE I WAS STARING THE CYNOSURE OF THEE, THERE CAME A DROP THAT BECAME A PART OF ME