I Wake Up Before Her

What impish speckled rain that falls at will
That keeps most creatures from their quest for food
Stricken the skin and soul with somber mood
To only softly coat the Trees and Hill
To only puddle on my windowsill
But wretched wet days are easily soothed
When a hearty warm liquid’s brewed
And sipped while you lay lovingly still
And dream as you do while I wait to see
What your silken honey like lips will say
Whose warmest words waste what bitter hearts be
And melt what frigid rain has gripped - away