Rain storm

I wonder why you feel a tear going down my face.

The sound of the gentle pit at pita pit at pita.

It tastes like a cup of water from my fridge.

I see visible wind coming down quickly.

I want to know why you look like visible wind.

I ask, why do you feel like a tear from my eyes, but slow?

It says, because you are shedding one of my own tears.