It's Raining And Pouring... Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Stop nagging gently, telling the same stories,
Splashing on the door and the driveway,
Wetting the green carpets always left outside,
Every fall has its own noise to irritate and enjoy,

Stop pestering loudly, blowing the cold and odorous breath,
All these metal benches need my but's warmth,
You can dance on a spot, but sway as the leaves,
For me to pull my pants just above the knees,

Stay away from me for a while, as I have no shelter,
I am drenched with your over ambitious love pour,
You have wet my head after snatched my umbrella,
I walk on the road totally unaware of my presence,

The hot drops slowly pick up the speed to land on my cheek,
Which was just polished by robotic human who have no feels,
The soft dough can be kneaded to make a good bread,
My cheeks are too slippery for you to have a good ski,

My eyes are tinted, but my hands are occupied,
You are everywhere and play with body and feet,
Two minutes difference did make so much difference,
The pleasure of soaking in you, rekindles the past effervescence.