Can you taste it in the air?The storm on yonder horizon
Painting the world a grey and dismal vision.
Birds cease their flight to stare.
Shall I dance, would I dare?
My lover a rich man's son...
If I bid him, would he come?
'Tis doubtful with his many affairs.
Which leaves me to wander alone,
Enveloped by this sympathetic rain
Grieving with me as I ponder his lies.
It's watery embrace makes me feel welcome, known,
For I know no other but the birds hear my desperate cries
While I whither away in this silent pain.