Love is like the rain

Rain falls down I silently sit, 

thinking and watching cloud 

tears drip past my eyes 

Love is like the rain. 

The fluffy are crying 

and so am I the love lost feeling 

as though a hole is in my chest 

Love is a lot like the rain.

True love, real love, 

a gift to not be wasted 

And only given to those lucky enough 

to find it for themselves 

Outgoing and kind wholehearted and confident sincerity 

drips from the fingertips of the lost 

The lost find love because love is lost 

and searching for it isn't a cost if the life 

you live is blessed with love 

No one knows where it is found 

the perfect conditions for love are yet to be traced 

the absolute definition still undefined 

but the feeling still connected throughout the world 

A giant, continuous web of never ending 

ever-bending thoughts and hearts and souls 

Tangling and tying jumping and diving swirling and twirling 

through the hearts and minds of the young, the old, 

and the in-between Breath is lost 

Hearts are sold and stolen Minds are locked in cages 

and also released to the wind 

But will anyone be able to think it?

In a lot of ways, love is like the rain. 

You can see it in eyes 

and feel it in your heart 

and on your skin 

You can sense it in the wind 

But, can you think it?