Rain drops*

Rain drops *

Whence the rains will come
On our heads, pittar patter,
We will have a walk through
Just me with You,
Dame of my heart,
We will there walk, smart,
You in red, clinging to me,
And me as if painted too,
By Your Love, savvy on street,

There, We will have a walk,
With the rains dropping upon us,
Pittar patter, on our heads,

And the lone umbrella
Will try , to stop us
From fully drenched.

(*Note: upon a painting loosely based, as attached, done by Rimantas Virbickas, courtesy: Musica Pittura e Dintorni)