~For the Music Man~
there is music in the rain drops
and the secret is to listen with your
eyes closed...
I love to
feel the melody in the pitter patter, splashing
rhythmic measures on my skin
I lift my face & catch moist love notes; huge droplets
on my eyelids ...
there is passion in a rainstorm...
a symphony of brushing cymbals,
and piccalos fluttering staccato
& violins plucking pizzicato
dancing the cha-cha with me in my bare feet...
as the water smacks liquid lips upon the earth
I love to
hear you with my eyes closed ~ "clean and naked" when it's pouring
making music with the rain
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there is music in the rain drops
and the secret is to listen with your
eyes closed...
I love to
feel the melody in the pitter patter, splashing
rhythmic measures on my skin
I lift my face & catch moist love notes; huge droplets
on my eyelids ...
there is passion in a rainstorm...
a symphony of brushing cymbals,
and piccalos fluttering staccato
& violins plucking pizzicato
dancing the cha-cha with me in my bare feet...
as the water smacks liquid lips upon the earth
I love to
hear you with my eyes closed ~ "clean and naked" when it's pouring
making music with the rain
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