The rainy season

A Kiss in the Rain

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,

The little lassie strove to speak

My boldness to oppose;

She strove in vain, and quivering

Her fingers stole in mine;

And then the birds began to sing,

The sun began to shine.

Oh, let the clouds grow dark above,

My heart is light below;

‘Tis always summer when we love,

However winds may blow;

And I’m as proud as any prince,

All honors I disdain:

She says I am her rain beau since

I kissed her in the rain.

Rain 🌧☂️💦💦☂️💦💦☂️💦💦☂️💦💦☂️💦💦☔️💦