Rain, you fall on my noggin and sweeten my strands with your drops of affection.
Your tireless effort dawns all setting suns to mild perfection.
I am your cup of tea while you are my sweet spice of desire.
You are my mid day chill and I am your weathered flame of fire.
I am your canvas for snow,sleet and rain,
as I stand out under you, in howls of laughter,in giggles of pain.
I let you draw on me, your drops tracking down my skin,
your elegance, your slight of hand, your magic touch within.
Call on me under any skies my clouds of wonder,
I will be out there in hail, lightening or rapid bolts of thunder.
Draw on me, I’ll stand, lay or sit
whether or not the weather is fantastic, super, beautiful or shit.
For you are the artist,
and I trust in you.