Of rainy evenings and deep thoughts,
The scenes and sights we find romantic,
The sight of true love,
For true love nowadays,
Is nothing but a gold mine.
He who loves is taken for granted,
He who lusts is taken for a lover,
He who laughs filthily is taken for a true lover,
Love is for the rich and so be it.
Just like the weather outside,
I hold true of emotions,
I portray the feel inside,
The intentions and feelings unmatched,
The sound of it weak,
But the value always priceless.
We always avoiding the rain,
Even though we know someone needs it,
What if it’s the healing we need?
What if it holds the romance we dream of?
The sight of rain, is the sight of LOVE.
I picture of the days,
When we hold hands by the window,
And marvel at how beautiful the rain is,
Of its whirling sounds, and its hazy waves,
But not until the day has come
It is, JUST ANOTHER rain!