It's always the rain

It's always the rain

It's always the rain, like that - soft on the roof
A silvery fog around you
dripping from the fresh new green
leaves under our feet drench us to the knees
and it's always the rain.

It's always the rain, heavy on my head
running down my eyelids
to the corners of my voice
a thick film across my shoulders
we always meet in the rain.

I always long for happy sunshine
but this melancholy is apt, it suits you
it makes me wonderfully sad
to shatter puddles with my toe
and wonder -
when will it rain again?