When, Will It Rain Poem by James McLain

Your face I touch, it is hot and dry
Warm and ever moist deep, down inside
Clouds that cover dawn a face withdrawn
Weeping in view, my finger circles drew

When will it rain, let it come down, let it rain
I can not continue, tree top's hanging down
Green bushes, Green leaves, can now finally breath


When will it rain, the air is moist, moody and wet
Each cloud filled day, each face is grey
Rain fills each cup, outside until it's full

When it does finally rain, it runs down off her face
Like cheap mascara