If only she accepted me as her friend,
I would accompany her to destination.
She wouldnt have search for shade to bend.
Love will be our protection.
Behold how she shivers like feverish monster.
The unmerciful rain made her a wet fowl.
She said that rain is the administer
of
ugly,sorrow,sickness,cold and foul.
Oh no! if Goliath seem toughest,
call on David,if rain
is the administer cold
call on love,the supernatural best.
The most costly free gold.
If me and her in the rain walk,
the rain will only flog the dead horse.
Our teasing jokes and sweet talk,
will be our umbrella,no sorrow
nor the worse.
