Drops. . .

The rains are here again,

You are not,

The pains are here again,

You are not.

Wait,

Were you ever?

Or just in my imagination?

Those gaiety smiles,

Were, but a picaresque guile.

Yet I,

Took the plunge,

Was I ever shy?

Now,

How do I expunge?

From this hue & cry.