Two Moons ago, yes two moons past,

The warmth and light were unsurpassed.

The joy of Spring- fragrant new start,

Brought out the sunshine of my heart.

Spring leads to summer- warm and bright,

But somehow the clouds cover the light.

The rain comes down, and it won’t stop,

And I’m dying a little with each drop.

The warmth melts away with each drop.

Drowning in sorrow with each drop.

Losing faith with each drop,

Wish it would stop,

Drop, drop,

Drop.