Rain
She was enamored by the blow of love
Underwent the tireless travel around and around
Majestic at times in hordes of magnanimous tresses
When her lover was tender and showered her affection
At times she become wispy, her tresses gone
Allowing the rays to shone and warmed my face
Yet I could do nothing about it
Than to glance at her in sympathy from my earthly throne
And she in her heavenly place
Though when she howls in sorrow
I doubled in fear
The face darkened as she was troubled by doubt
Of her lover abandoned her this time
Exhausted finally ends in tears
Sometime it’s a gentle weep
Lightly misted the grassy field or willow trees
Letting the does bounced happily
Being tame they nudged gently from between the bars
Or sometime it’s a brutal cry
That I no longer able see the face of my beloveds
Prison the many, closely trapped
Cherished her sorrows were
They perfumed the ground below
And put color to the many faces
As she breathes the life into our veins
When she clasped their life between bony fingers
Ardent yet gently with woes of comfort
The simple yokels
In the grasp of my lady Rain
She was enamored by the blow of love
Underwent the tireless travel around and around
Majestic at times in hordes of magnanimous tresses
When her lover was tender and showered her affection
At times she become wispy, her tresses gone
Allowing the rays to shone and warmed my face
Yet I could do nothing about it
Than to glance at her in sympathy from my earthly throne
And she in her heavenly place
Though when she howls in sorrow
I doubled in fear
The face darkened as she was troubled by doubt
Of her lover abandoned her this time
Exhausted finally ends in tears
Sometime it’s a gentle weep
Lightly misted the grassy field or willow trees
Letting the does bounced happily
Being tame they nudged gently from between the bars
Or sometime it’s a brutal cry
That I no longer able see the face of my beloveds
Prison the many, closely trapped
Cherished her sorrows were
They perfumed the ground below
And put color to the many faces
As she breathes the life into our veins
When she clasped their life between bony fingers
Ardent yet gently with woes of comfort
The simple yokels
In the grasp of my lady Rain
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