In the Gentle Rain, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Clouds of many shades of grey moving in,
Will not dampen my love, of you I sing.
Any moment the warm rain shall begin,
Each rain drop a kiss from you it will bring.
If you were here, we’d surely want to dance,
Oh how we did, on our very first date.
Remember that day, start of our romance,
When our lips met, my heart you did elate.
Feeling the rain, your kisses coming down,
Though soaking wet, them, I shall not deflect.
With simple joy, tossed myself to the ground.
If you were here, that would be better yet.
To roll with my love, in the gentle rain,
Caring not, if others think we’re insane.