[Lost_myth]

Drop.. Drop.. The rain.. drops.
The rain won't stop!.. drop-ping!.. to the ground.
The clouds' hot gas turns chilled and droowwns me in it's noisy rememberance.
The bird's chirp is fail in the surfing wind as umbrellas float away.
Each drop! is like a scheme of scales, falling perfectly in it's rhythem. Coming from the cloud as if it were played from the instrument of a god.
Drop.. Drop.. The rain.. drops!..Tiny kisses. that seem to engulf my inner being,
making my eyes shut wearingly.
The wetness is cold yet satisfyingly warm. and it stickss to my absorbing skin like cotton.
Life being renewed, drinking it's gift. as I itch for the same.
So stick out your tongue and stand on the corner like a barmy, moonstruck fool.
Soon bunnies surround you in a rice patch.
What an odd place your mind finds itself in. Like a meaning stuck in a bottle without a message.to give.

Poor, poor.. skies of gray. Pour, pour.. us a drink today.
And we will live on. our movies another hour.
Our Minds make the world seem like a tall fairy-t'le.
Losing that hyp'ractive 'magination's fu-t'le.

Stop!.. drop.. drop.. stop-ping!..the drops.
Gravity cannot lossen them any further, the mass is less and
the clouds' dull reflection and transparency gather warmth. They've been tinted with evening.
Blushed clouds continue down to the next town
To strip the citizens of their forbidden sadness and relinquish their seized dreams.
For us, Tonight, it all merges.. with darkness as all light eventually does so.
Come morning, the skies will be what we unknowingly call blue.
There will be no reflection in the sky's atmosphere, to block the sun's light... no vapor.. no hot gas.
The birds' songs will echo off our aluminum-sided exteriors.
And I will walk in awe.
--PSR