אני ואני

I think so honey

Almost liquid, slurp me up on a hot November day and btw what's up with that

If the rain would come it would be dry compared to me but still I'll drench and soak becoming even yummier than before

Oh rain, rain come again, I was only joking when I sent you away as a child you were a terror that think to avoid and later you would creep into my house at night, I would wake.up in seven other kinds of cold sweats and sweets, you could signify my poverty by mocking my flimsy Windows, my feeble rotten roof

But now I have rolled down that slippery slope towards the mediocre muck of Les petit bourgeoisie, you can barely knock on my panes

And I miss you