Out of window panes in the rain,
I wet my hands under the sky in drops of you.
The clouds with their silver lining floating high above,
seems like strands of golden hair that I closed my eyes to.


I dance in my head to songs of you,
float under the milky way with the stars and you.
I cry unseen to the flower and the wind,
under the yellow showers of sun's falling light;
my tears hide along the pouring rain,
and I close my eyes, drenching in drops of you.