magic of the rain | work in progress

the umbrella still smells of you
autumn is good for meetings
and raindrops are friendly

although cold, they can warm up,
though any closer they can't approach

they drip sexy in a metronome rhythm
a breath passionately catches a breath
a tremor in a pretext of wet shoes,
entwists arms, like a victim in a cocoon
you could stand like that for a long time

drip good rain, cause I like to
shiver holding umbrella in a hand