In the unseasonal wind
wet, so cold.
In the climatic meeting
simultaneous and dull.
In the handshake
it must be.
In the fevor of relieve
it must be.
In the embrace of a kiss
with lips so cold
In the release of smile
with lips under control
In the stare of orbs
we wouldn't look away
In the brightest of days
so still, transient we'd seem
In the midst, in the mist
your hair begins to curl
In the clouds, they'd grow full
I insist, let it down and embroil!
In truth, in light
the sky must always be blue and white
In spite, dying light
the darkness begins to spoil
In arms not deceived
the rain, come soothe my lady and me.
The rain, the rain!
let it bring new life.
The rain, our rain!
come unleash our love.