When the rain gravitates towards you
be still, my dear.
Be still and let it touch you
like a lover’s breath on broken shoulders.
It sings quite softly, my dear,
but when it does, I swear to you,
the world stops spinning to
let the stars sing along.
You’ll feel the tune escape your lips
and your soul will dance in bliss,
Be still, my dear, and let the lover’s
breath write stories of magic on your skin.