as I watched my own reflection
staring back at me
from the puddle after a mild shower,
I asked myself if we are living
under a canopy of rain
.
as I runneth my hands over your hair
you stared at me
as you muddle over the love I shower
I asked myself if we are only playing
over that canopy of rain
.
as I watched you beam with hope & love
that stares back at me
as I fumbled in the shower
I asked myself if we are in denial
outside that canopy of rain
.
but chances are that
if we continue to bleak & live
with the canopy of rain
hanging over our head and doorstep
let us rather cross
that threshold in mutiny
and leave that canopy of rain
behind us..
.
.
.