me hears you singing there, on my sky, ringing ...happy...

me hears You
Singing for me, ringing
Quiet as rings Your chime,
By 'the rained' of our most blessed time,

me hears the throb of my heart
Singing as you sing there far apart,
Blissful as rings your soul,
By this monsoon silvery, sublime awful...

And Happiness only by Her Best
Like rains us perhaps with tunes more bless...

And only that mirth outpours
As pours this morn, opening windows...
Raining bang into our rooms, our floors,
Turning all wet, you, me, our morning tea cups, our household chores...