One drop at a time,
She drips through the night...
From my porch's roof.
The night sits still.
Sans any noise.
Except for her peaceful moves...
O' you dripping beauty !
The rhythm of her voice,
Incessantly pouring,
That touches my soul.
Why do you not sing often?
And only drip seldom?
Do you know, without you
This night is lone...
Do you know, with you
I can be on my own...
*** Words from a die hard pluviophile !