Gentle Rain

Rain gently falling.
Liquid metronome.
Rain gently calling.
Reminding me of home.

Drops of measured emptiness,
Spacing out the hours.
Wet appetite for loneliness,
And thirsty little flowers.

Puddles of "I miss you",
Forming on the street.
Rivers of "I'm feeling blue",
Running by my feet.

The cloudy sky obscures the moon,
We always called our own.
The thunder will be starting soon,
To further set the tone.

The sky will flash a brilliant white,
And remind me of my lot.
If you were here you'd hold me tight,
When in the rain we're caught.

Rain gently falling down,
Liquid hour glass.
Marking time from frown to frown,
But helping out the grass.

Now the rain is ending.
The sky is getting clear.
The lonely vibes I'm sending,
Will stop when you are here.