Why wait until it rains?
What we can feel from each other
In this hailstorm of pain,
Is enough for the drink.
Love seems to falter in the wind,
Bringing its tears in the form of falling droplets,
For there are clouds as gray as lead above your head,
Though I’ll trust my love to dust.
I’ll love with bleeding currents
That fall from evened eyes.
I am the cloud that thrives
Above your frail temples.
You will cry without me stopping you
From the passing sadness,
To pass by your happiness,
Wherever it was.
Let your thunder down,
Let your dreams creep above to my eyes.
When have I ever surrendered
When all I do is place sadness above?