If I don’t find you in the rain
I’ll send the rain back up again
The moisture of your mouth is better
Sky? There must be finer blue
To look upon, a lovelier hue:
Your eyes – the sky’s your debtor
And when the birds sing their dull song
I’ll shoo them off, say “No, you’re wrong –
Her notes are like a sinfonietta”
And when the sun sends feeble rays
I’ll say “another lights my days –
You’re boring since I met her”