The Mercurial Lover

You’re the perfect lover, aren’t you?

You gently kiss each pretty flower and fruit. 

You caress their form entire, from head to foot!

You cherish their frame, gently and tenderly,

like a drop, uncertainly!

If the Wind, he touches them, you slip away

You are possessive, the selfish lover! 

Yet your love is momentary, you never stay for long

Who can convince you if it is right or wrong?

You vanish when the Sun’s bright rays emerge

Leaving them with the promise of new life!

You’ve not changed, nor will you ever!

Rain, you, the mercurial lover!