I love rainy days, watching the drops gather slowly into a flood,
Like my tears when we're apart.
Droplets of love that spill from my lips to your ears,
Like the blood drips from my broken heart.
As each droplet of blood adds to my veins, as each
Raindrop adds to the storm,
I only dream my words will fill you with Love
And cause my cold heart to warm.
Droplets of love and droplets of Time, mark each breath, second,
And hour until you are mine.
Unlike many, I would not presume to own you
Nor pressure you to accept or decline.
But like droplets of perfume
Sweetening the air,
Your presence in my heart,
I love rainy days,
For they make me
Think of you.
Life is pain is poetry, at least I'll be productive.