Don't wait for more

Like the touch of rain she was, On a man's flesh and hair and eyes
When the joy of walking thus, has taken him by surprise
With the love of the storm.. he burns, he sings, she laughs,
But forgets when he returns,
As I shall not forget her 'hello friend'.
Those two words shut a door, Between me and the blessed rain'
That was never shut before, And ... will not open again.