Little Drops.

Let’s make love when it is raining
And speak only when it stops
When the rain has hushed the city
And when I hear no more little drops.
Let’s spend the nighttime wondering
Of what our lives will hold
As though it has hands to grasp
At all our wishes wrought of gold.
And when your lids begin to droop
And your voice dims to a peep
I’ll kiss your warmed forehead
And lay with you to sleep.