What a thought!
“a rainy day lover”

I could always be myself
when the dry season set in again,
then, a gradual change could bring her
back into my arms
a slight drizzle, a downpour of emotion
then, she’d be gone again

A new change in the weather
being myself again,

My goodness
40 days and nights of rain

I guess, she’s a keeper
wet hair, and all

Never say only,
when it rains

Then, it will never stop….