Talking To The Rain

Today, I find myself again, Talking to the rain! I asked it about your whereabouts And it did not say anything! I saw it majestically Showering the Earth With its magic touch While the flowers were happy To see it coming! I asked it about you again But it still ignored me, Giving me the impression That it was really jealous! Time passed by rapidly And it kept its silence Like trying to say: 'What do I care about her'? 'It is none of my business'! I got suspicious When I saw it moving Back and fourth hesitant Without realizing that It was dancing with Nothing more than the wind! Now, here I am motionless, Soaking wet waiting for you, My golden sunshine! Please, hurry up And come to me! (c) All rights reserved-2014 New York City