Chasing the Midnight Cloud (Currently Editing)

Raindrops On My Windowsill

Here the rainclouds come again.

One drop, two drops

And a single tear.

Through the pouring rain I hear

one step, two steps...

Is that you my dear?

Have you finally come through the storm,

back to me, back into our embrace?

Back to our wooden house

on the hillside, with all our friends.

Back to our magical nights and playful days...

Have you made it past the boiling waves?

And come back home to our loose ends?

So finally, we can tie them together

I hear the raindrops on my windowsill,

and I watch the rivers in the street.

And I wait for you...

for your smile and your voice...

three steps, four steps;

a lonesome figure in the rain.

Raindrops on my windowsill,

and on my window pane

trickling to make cracks of water

so I can't see the figure's face.

Is that you...

The rainclouds make the wide sky grey,

and tousles my wild hair

I'm running into the howling wind

I'm searching...

And I'm almost there.

But the figure's disappeared, with no trace.

And I never even saw their face...

My tears are about to join, the raindrops falling on my head

before suddenly my hands are caught

in the wider nets

of your gentle hands and then embrace.

After so many storms and waves,

you've arrived.