One stormy morn I chanced to meet
A lassie in the town;
Her locks were like the ripened wheat,
Her laughing eyes were brown.
I watched her as she tripped along
Till madness filled my brain,
And then-and then-I know 'twas wrong-
I kissed her in the rain!
With rain-drops shining on her cheek,
Like dew-drops on a rose,
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: rain