Clouds where getting darker and
when pounding was at it’s extreme
She came running and stood beside me,
making me share my little umbrella with her.
A solitaire soul who hated rain,
wished it to never end, again and again.
Forget diamonds, raindrops can be more beautiful,
If it was on her skin.
Forget rainbows, her smile was more colourful,
that ignoring it would have been a sin.