Rain,
So bipolar.
It allowed romantic kisses.
Also made the ground too slippery for us to meet.
Helped the roses grow.
The cactuses also.
How can you judge a cactus when even roses can sting ?
Every drop ends up smashing the ground
And we don't seem to miss them.
Together they leave behind this constant 'SSSHHHH'
Asking us to shut up
And feel them.
But we run away
Leaving our hearts drying out in the sun.
