If thoughts were all that counted, you would still
Stand safely soothed beneath the sweetest storm.
For never can a moment pass until
The clouds that overcast my mind transform
Into refreshing raindrops. Dreams of you
Can condensate from foggy masses and,
Comprised of both the bright times and the blue,
Precipitate and bathe the arid land.
And though my heart still yearns for land and rain
Always to join, the lake of love lays base
Until its surface level climbs again
And we unite in mind and in embrace.

But even though we're far as earth and sky,
The rain we share prevents a real goodbye.