When It Rains

I love it when it rains
A drop on my eye when on the windowsill the ink stains
A fresh perspective as I trod the new limestone lane

Now I breathe in the cool breezes
My inkwell teases
Another drop of lemon in my water spritz
I notice a cute kid latching on to his mother’s dress
Her grimacing face telling it all, Wishing her kid could dismiss

A fragrant smell and a familiar sound
One drop that reverberates throughout the round
Ice cream cones sundaes sandwiches and gelato
Her kid’s eyes are bugged out like they just won the lotto

I laugh I smirk to myself as I drink the drops in the cranberry fiesta
 The rain pelts my face and everything around me
Accentuating my taste and changing the streets and all I see

Giving me a slightly different point of view
It splashes on every windowsill every face brand new
A few clap for the guitar playing man
I sit and listen and then provide whatever I can

Pretty soon drops are incessant
He continues playing despite the repeat encores
He smiles not knowing he sounded like a love-sick troubadour

He sounded sweet and hungry for love
Unfortunately no one there could answer him but his love
Whose picture sat in the window as the drops kept coming down