It's poring with rain,
And you're smiling at me,
The opposite use,
Of pathetic fallacy.
You're hair is dripping,
And so is mine,
You shake your head dry,
And I repeat in time.
My make-up is running,
All down my face,
You look with intent,
As if nothings out of place.
I turn and blush,
And try to be sly,
I think you notice,
As you look in my eyes.
I don't want it to end,
But I'm already wet,
It's time to go home,
This night, I won't forget.
