A Good Short Shower of Rain Wetting The Road (but Not Enough To Run)
[Verse 1]
On the first rain of the season
Gently settled onto pavement
Extended limbs undergoing emotion
Self-declared aquatic seraphim
[Verse 2]
Though the impressions we created that night
Dissipated quickly from sight
A safeguard images left in my mind
Still I was thinking maybe we'd revisit them
On the next stitch like shower of rain wetting the road
But not enough to run