When Will It Rain. <br />Your face I touch, it is hot and dry. <br />Warm and never moist deep, down inside. <br />Clouds that cover dawn a window pain each <br />weeping view, my finger drew and knew. <br /> <br /> When will it rain, let it come down, let it rain <br />I can not continue, tree's their rings around <br />the barrel and dew drops, when you stop by. <br /> <br />When will it rain, the air is moody like her smile. <br />Each cloudy day, each face is Grey. <br />The dust it fills each cup, outside until it's full. <br /> <br />And when it does and when it comes and the dust <br />on window pane, how it runs like cheap mascara, <br />down that face, that never knew her touch of glass.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-will-it-rain/
