The Rain Outside

                               The rain outside is dry:

                               Here inside I am soaked:

                               Why?

                               "Drenched from looking through the window?"

                               "Where is my trench?"

                             

                              

                              ‘Lucky for me

                               You say?’

                               By the way,

                              ‘How you figure?’

                              ‘It pours within

                              as I sing of love

                              for who I’ve

                              desired’.

                             ‘Gee!

                             I see!’

                             Surprised.