Rain drops pouring down
Tiny splashes across the ground
Every puddle made without sound.
Yet somehow you sings to me aloud.

The cool air and gentle breeze
Bringing lightly, scents of a salted sea
Leaving me
Longing
Barely able to breathe.

The thunder reverberating,
Tells of your heart beating.
Setting me free, invigorating me.
Storms in the sky of your making.
Slowly you are sedating.

You are the beauty that we have sought,
A silhouette ever changing,
The one which the sailer is caught,
Who takes to saving,
The few who wished not.

All I do is look across,
And I am lost in your enchantment
that which money never bought.

A goddess of dreams,
Of the banks and streams,
Wash it all way, let us be clean.
This is all I pray to thee.
Yet you sings to me,
Oh so gracefully,
As you flee.

For you I will mourn.
And wait for your return with these
Rain drops that run away with the storm.