It’s raining like it did in wet December:
That rain did stir my heart to loving you;
That lashing rain which fell but soft as dew
And made me yearn for you. Do you remember?
How I with words would raise for you a tender
Respite at night: and how in dreams I flew
With you to lands unknown. This greyish hue
Reminds me of the times I fought off slander;
For you I give my all—as raindrops fall
My heart still beats for you, and I do call
To you. I need you so, and this affair
In nights is laid, revealed to all yet none.
Oh you—I wish you’ll be my only one:
This rain and wind will gift us life so fair.