Are you finding worry in the rain?
Finding sadness in the raindrops darkening your pants?
Don’t worry about it now, sunlight is hiding behind the cloud blanket,
blessed sun, permanent, so constant all life here is beholden. 

Are you finding tears in my coldness?
Like the rain, I’m but a cover between your lust and joy,
my wetness your sun, my warmth your animus. 

Don’t let your tears keep you from my waist, 
keep you from my promises,
they’re better than the rain, 
better than the sun.