Sonnet 1
Rain is like the many loves of the world,
Always colliding and never again.
Complete is the man who finds right his girl,
However rarer than gold is this zen.
Each fleeting crush brings a new crush, indeed,
Love is a ne'er ending cycle of hope;
Yet a single heart is what all men need;
She who with a stolen heart can elope.
And searching for the bride is a life game --
Never finished game for a great many --
Dancing like raindrops for life or for shame,
Every true love found ends the time rainy.
Rain may not end for me sooner, and yet
Stopping searching for now, for you I get.