The rain of A Scorpio

Maybe it's just me but my mind thrives on the need see a sea of things in it even when it's not asleep the things I see in that sea are mostly things of him like a raging storm to take me over and wash me away every time my heart goes astray with too many questions or comments of dismay yes the rain of a Scorpio indeed it was like a freshly new made era it twas on a moonlit night like this one and like the stars planted to the sky the rain of the Scorpio is planted to my mind will I forever be tormented by the drowning thoughts of a distant yet once oh so friendly old soul like a Scorpio I wish I still had the right to know as my feelings throb through my brain like oceans waves under his storm never physically carrying me away oh I wish that yes maybe with once some day he will come to wash away these thoughts or quaints of dismay that have a hold on my soul even on the busiest of my days how I wish I could yet be blessed with the wet blossom of such a fine grip of his big hands yet again if only to dap me up reminding me that yes we're definitely still friends yet once again that blossom of bond he started with me I long for that blossom to come around whether soft or strong but indeed yet once again i