Pathetic fallacy—I miss you more when it rains.

Storm wind, loud and strong,

Attempts to knock on my wooden door. 

Thyself, naive, thinking it's you,

Ran unphased with my feet so sore. 

Stopped the river flowing through my skin,

For the moon asked her keen:

"Why does humans long so much?"

As she shrugged as she have never seen as such.

Far, far away we met,

I miss the sun less when it rises and more when it sets.

Defeaning sound of raindrops' scoffs,

Can't cover the sound of the way I long for your laughs.