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”