Storms

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.

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