Raindrops pitter-patter,
Come let's eat butter,
Quickly run to me,
Oh, pretty little Esme,
Let's freeze and shine,
Like we wine and dine.
Let's smile at the rains,
And watch the water run down the drains,
Feel my warm hands around your waist,
As we remember how we were raised,
Along these large tracks,
Driving our beautiful trucks.
Riding our favourite horse,
Shouting till our voices went hoarse,
How we made love in the cabin,
One they wanted to treat like a dustbin,
Just because it's deep in the thick wood,
And always filled with brood.
Let's walk in these heavy rains,
For those thousand miles,
We always fantasized in our brains,
And always kept our smiles.
N.M
