If Love Was Like Rain Poem by Pius Didier

Am a Steward's son,
Sometimes i would breath,
Sometimes i would meth,
Once upon a time...
Upon a season,
The rain would come,
And the drops... Drip! Drip! Drip! ...
My whole body would feel a breeze,
And the nerves would imagine,
Drowning in a big buoyant river,
A steep river with deep waters,
To carry me away to the falls,
Falling deep to the sees,
Where i would never float.
All of sudden my dream would end!