My Raindrops:

If I could put it on paper
The way I make it rain,
It would flow like water
And shower you in pain.

Like a canoe in a tsunami
Is my apology letter to thee,
So every tear that I set sail
Would overcome me.

Like a tear in a storm
I'd be drowning in myself,
Downpouring misery
Of my emotional torn self.

With every sprinkle that I spray
Puddles soon will start to form,
Beneath these tropical depressions
That control my thunderstorms.

For you're the catcher of my eye
But I'm no weatherman,
I can't predict when it may rain
Or if boo hoo cries will guide my hand.

But when I rain I do pour
Into your riverbanks so deep,
As it winds it's twisting course
For I do sow what I reap.

So I'm sorry for all the rain
But without you I just melt,
Like selfmade little raindrops
That's dressed in drizzled pelts.