How does this day start
without notifying me of
the pleasant smell of rain along with it.
This smell is none other than
those sweet memories that
call on to me in the forever lonely in
Counting every drop
is nothing but a way of thanking
the millions of drupelets
that rain that make my life manful.
Hold on life; hold on day
Please me by malting in to this ever
flowing river of joy.
Enrich my mood with your colorless body.