The Taste of Falling Rain

We dance together
beneath grey skies
and cool drops of rain.

We laugh together,
the sound strange
in the thick and silent air.

We fall together,
opening our mouths
to the taste of falling rain.

         It tastes of lament
         Of bittersweet nostalgia

We cry together,
each tasting seperate pasts
in the dulcet drops of rain.

         It tastes of ancient times.
         Of bittersweet nostalgia.