雨が好きのは俺だ

          Little ferns whispering in each others hair;
                     .... even some wizened palms bend to the suffering gales

Tiny gray blips get sucked up into their dark mother flagship...
                                        ... one by one in a brownian sequence

     Light drizzle pours onto the skirting cars below...
                        ... tis another monsoon weather to show for

                               Outside, the lights seem to be turned off...
                                                    ... yet inside, tis ever lit as such

Bright, and cold