A walking love story set in rain

This me, Dean in the rain, rebel, in obsession glorifying, celebrating with me, giggling cheerfully, leaves soft to hear, see you again, bright star, give a cheer,

My hips bare the mark of everyone bared down upon, now softened with love, and freedom to give away to no say, to a state of utter confusion,

The poison the pain, given back again with the rain, and synchronised in a vision of you, lovely, a spirit of beauty, spirit and body,

Why it synchronises in a love story, 2 lives should live in harmony, I realised because the universe in love with us, 2 women, hips, eyes, lust,

In rhythm her sob comes in pain as rain, synchronised beautifully, as I walk home, to find the universe alone, tho not alone, only love-struck,

And seemed the universe was filming me, and set me in the rain, searching for you, finding you wet, melancholy, us in midst of Berwick