I Like the Sound of Rain

Sandals somewhere, it doesn't matter.
The rain will wet them anyway.
She's got her wine stained lipstick on,
the rain will kiss her anyway.

The wine will free her once again,
She will give it all she can.
The wind will be there, hungry, restless.
As if a it were a patient man.

She'll always hear and always listen,
For the sound, the sound of rain.
She'll always feel it coming for her.
For they are one, her and the rain.

-v