Scribbling:

"As it rains 
Those sleepy windowpanes  
Offer 
To tell a tale 
Of a thirst 
Yet to be quenched  
Of a romance, lingering 
In every gaze 
Of a longing 
In every sigh, whispered  
Of a love 
Yet to be loved 
While those parting lips 
Await 
To be kissed  
Again...”