RAINMANTIC

The sun is not in its full glory,
clouds are covering its glow.
It comes out to clear the mess,
and then the clouds pour.

At last that drop gets to come down,
to meet its scorched lover.
And soon they all pour down,
pushing every obstacle to the corner.

The ground is brown, dry and sad,
it looks up, calling out to his temperamental lover.
And one by one parts of it start changing colour.

As I dive under the roof,
to keep myself dry.
I can't help but see with envy
the way the lovers unite.