Walking Between Raindrops
Raindrops always fall each time you come around.
Dark clouds hang above us no matter what we do,
but each time we discover a little common ground
stinging raindrops fall from a sky no longer blue.
Behind closed doors, my outpour of tears fall.
Pulling the curtain aside, I watch as you walk away
rain streaking the window pane, it's your name I call.
Life resembles a dream, one that's turning dark gray.
Are we a phenomena causing these clashes of thunder?
We ignite like strikes of lightning bolts, and yet -
if we were to give in to our desires, pangs of plunder,
would we owe the rush of raindrops the gratitude of debt?
Things just moved too fast in what's between you and me.
It may not be love, but burning passion that sweeps us away.
Maybe it was just a childhood dream... never meant to be.
Do we risk our friendship, or is it good bye we should say?
I can't face the finality, the thought of bidding you adieu.
Let's walk between raindrops even when the thunder roars.
I'm willing to take the chance of falling in love with you.
and if it's love that causes the rain, we won't care if it pours.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
A collaboration with Eve Roper ~
Eve, Thank you for sharing your charm with me.
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