The rain stops and starts.
Lovers who never where lovers part.
No hearts are broken.
But had words been spoken
At an earlier time
Perchance this rhyme of mine
Would not end in friends parting
And rain stopping and starting.
The rain stops and starts.
Lovers who never where lovers part.
No hearts are broken.
But had words been spoken
At an earlier time
Perchance this rhyme of mine
Would not end in friends parting
And rain stopping and starting.
An intriguing relation of love and rain, Kevin! 😉 Best wishes, Michael
Thank you for commenting, Michael