Why Chase the Rain?
Why chase the rain, he asked?
Because the rain tagged me
it is only fair.
The winner is up to the air,
It’s the only divider from her and me
For if air was to sound it would not decide
It would have faith inside,
For hope that I would one day catch the rain
And tear her cotton skin till her truth poured down
As a colorful orchestra of sounds
Some whisper,
Some bang!
As loud as they came!
None of which stops me from chasing her
But I know she feels for me
She takes pictures, and I’ve seen
She thinks she’s sneaky but it seems
That her tip toes are traveling schemes
She is plotting,
But I don’t care!
I want her to find me
So I can declare,
My love for her with no one I share
Would you like to kiss me?
She breathed,
Into my soft ear seed
Which grew dyes of warmth I need
But before our faces could meet
She stops to say hold your feet
You must catch me before it's too soon
Where the clouds divorce and borne the moon
And the light begs to consume!
Our love for each other in this black lagoon,
Where I must wait again for her to reappear,
But I fear not,
Because this is my chase to seize,
Within my reach she seeks to plead
Catch me before the moon bleeds
I got you, I announced
You're finally it,
She stops her tears
And kisses me,
As the world is paused
And I’m drowned in pleasure
I realize I see no other that fate would fit;
But before I could smile and flea
She whispers tag, you're it
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