You can’t have my coffee, but you can have my love
It came naturally to fall in love with the rain.
The crisp Dewey air opens wide my lungs
and I feel as if I am breathing for the first time again.
I feel a drop on my face, the soft fleshy skin high on my cheek.
Bare your soul to me, bare your mind
I wish nothing more than being kind
in an atmosphere of closed thoughts
let me in, open your mind
Make my heart ache