Rain drips down and I don’t notice.

I am caught by a thought,

And captive to a song.

And the rain drizzles down 

Around and wets my top.

And I don’t care.

Rain on.

Rain on.

I am safe within my thoughts.

You cannot wet me ‘nough

To drown the muse.

So sweet

The perfect thread 

That rolls out line by line

And cares not for the drip, the drop.

I am safe, am safe, within the perfect thought,

The willing captive to a canopy of song.