Elegy about rainy days—emotionally and physically |
| Rain, will you fall only hard as your cousin the merciless cold hail! Drizzle is bound to remind me of the love that I lost. Soft as the mist is the cheek that I think I can feel, like it’s there still; Eyes closed, to not see that I'm standing alone in the rain. Hear, skies above, what I cry to the wind and the air, as I stand here; Beauty has left me, and she walks in the sunshine alone. Notes ▶︎ |