Morrigoon
09-20-2005, 02:30 PM
Rain
My friend hath returned
Pit pat by my window pane
I've longed to see you
___
You woo me with your gentle voice
Your touch, at once soft, and yet a beating
You arrive, my spirits rejoice
Long I've waited for this meeting
Come closer, I see you from afar
Yet when you come, I am retreating
Blanket, fireplace, house, is where I are
But I'll enjoy you from my seating
Your thunderous friends, mine shall not be
When we meet, I flee your greeting
Not exposed, though shade, or car, or tree
For if t'were colder, you'd be sleeting
My friend hath returned
Pit pat by my window pane
I've longed to see you
___
You woo me with your gentle voice
Your touch, at once soft, and yet a beating
You arrive, my spirits rejoice
Long I've waited for this meeting
Come closer, I see you from afar
Yet when you come, I am retreating
Blanket, fireplace, house, is where I are
But I'll enjoy you from my seating
Your thunderous friends, mine shall not be
When we meet, I flee your greeting
Not exposed, though shade, or car, or tree
For if t'were colder, you'd be sleeting