When I Rain

I’ll write my last will and testament on a raindrop. When it dries up, I’ll become one with the clouds. I’ll come and go in a variety of shapes and forms: castle, dinosaur, heart. I’ll drift across sky’s dizzy dazzling blue; rub elbows with bird song and sun’s roaming gold. And when I rain, I’ll gather all the clouds on which you’ve daydreamed. I’ll storm a sudden warmth of smiling faces. I’ll light up the sky with transmissions of a bold, electric love. 

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