You rang and called me

in the middle of my nightmare 

and invited me over

for a picnic in the rain

But I refused

and blindly excused, myself,

afraid of getting a flu

Though only if I had known

that I’d end up pained and drained 

from the never-ending teardrops 

and regretful memories of you

I’d have jumped off my bed

and ran through the thunderstorms 

just to sit on the wet grass

and gaze into your eyelashes

as the beauty of your hazel gaze

would have gladly deluded me

of an inevitable sunrise

before the Heavenly textures of your cheeks

would leave my lips burning sweetly 

While listening to the rhythm

and the singing of the thunderclaps

until a flood would leave Me swimming

in the wetness of your cuddles,

drowning in your kisses,

and floating on the waves of your heartbeat 

‘Cause now

Not even a sunny day

can keep me dry 

from tearful eyes

or blind my eyes

from the tearful skies 

which regretful memories of you 

keep mine mind obliged to.