On a Saturday when your
Wind brings in rain
And it is one of those rains
That kisses your face
Eyelashes adopting droplets
That anchor and glow
One of those rains
That chases you indoors
Under the covers and wrapped
Up with your lover
One of those rains
When droplets dry up but the wood
Is already darkened
The leaves have already drank
And the worms have already surfaced
One of those rains
When on this fine day
Love spoke
For the rest of all time
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