I said to her I hear the rain
It sings to you a song of yearning

In its warmth it speaks of love
It longs to wet your face

In its taste it would fall upon your tongue
Reached out to greet its every droplet

In its softness it speaks of gentle touch
It longs to wet your lovely breasts

In its increase it would wet your appetites
Those emotions of your heart awakening

It pours now, it covers you completely
Warm memories of your lover’s hands

She smiles as she turns to me
I see you are as wet as I

I prefer your hands to warm memories
Come now with me, let’s go inside