I've Had Your Rain

The droplets fall between the cracks,

the mildue gathers on the racks.

Such acid rain,

words in such vain.

Beauty so rich your insult lacks.

I fire back my storming waynes,

it hits the glass between your panes.

We mask our fear,

and hold our tears.

Going back and forth in the lanes.

A brook then forms amung the ferns,

and neither of us seems to learn.

Ignorance, bliss,

we started this.

Not a peaceful instant we earn.

Our fued it holds so many fibs,

but soon we find we close our lids.

A kiss refains,

closes our pains.

Like two bickering little kids.