Weathered down

 

The northern downpour sends its love

and I long for more. To walk those hills

and graze on nature whilst those skies

above shower me in floods of bliss.

Rose blossom kisses land on my lips

and sweet heartbeats sing out to me.

Here the rain doesn’t fall the same way.

It just clings to the skin. Making you feel

weathered down, like you want to run away.

 

The northern rains cascade down my face

and I wish for more, can you feel my heart

pace? Do you hear it sounding out a drumbeat?

One that outclaps the thunder, and drums

louder than the rain I stand under. If you hear it

beating true, you'll know that this heart is in

loves own space. The countryside is such a

beautiful place, it resembles you in so many ways.

The rain at home misses the rhythm and tone,

It only chills you to the bone, leaving you cold,

wet and alone, like you want to throw it asunder

and run to those hills where the waters flow in

Technicolor.

 

The northern downpour sings to me

and I love the way it fizzles in my ears.

The sound of the drizzle, and the excitement

that only comes when I am there watching hills

over in the distance, the thrills I feel when the

water brings out whole new shades of green.

And I'm jealous of the colours you must have seen.

The precipitation over my heart when I’m away

just sits heavily, as the atmosphere is crushing

down on me, the northern rain feels real

and I love the taste of the deluge as it

chases my thoughts through rose filled

waterfalls, leaving me soaked in the beauty of you.