The rain hails in figurative and literal terms,
a kamikaze attack in the billions, as the streets get cloud bombed
and all the birds take a break from singing their love songs,
Lovers-no-more wonder where they went wrong,
Seeing only through their rear view mirror,
and their most recent turn, instead of the road ahead.
As the rain falls, so do the lights,
and lovers find themselves in each other’s arms
while getting lost in each other’s eyes.
The rain only hails to lovers on its way to the stage,
playing a consistent, smooth tone during its performance.
No matter how deep, how wondrous, how intense,
the rain gently caresses the ears of listeners,
sending emotion through the air with every drop.
All who hear and see the sky so grey and unclear
perceive the feelings of raindrops as they do:
The stillness of peace, a gentle sadness,
a melancholy holiday, ruined by a dark cloud’s madness.
Emotional wifi, these raindrops are.
With each seemingly insignificant stream of precipiation,
we are connected to nature, and feel our moods accented
as goosebumps rise on our skin, and a feeling of cool wetness settles
the water from above refracts our feelings
not unlike a glass of water, or a pond below refracts light.
Lovers can’t be starcrossed with dark clouds in the sky.
Real love has the patience to see the storm through. – RSM