Curves and Paint and Rain
I can’t touch the curve of a rainbow,
or use its’ colors to paint
Who counts the drops in a downpour?
Don’t be silly!
But my heart is a stubborn thing sometimes,
and it thinks: “All you have to do is try.
The first thing you must do is reach.”
So, we painted stories without end
I felt the tender hues of your curves,
and I tossed aside my umbrella
as we began to count the rain