It often rains in Holland.

Dark skies open up,

And heavy droplets water the glistening green pastures,

Water renews the land while threatening its existence.

Love can be like that as well,

At once rejuvenating and refreshing,

While the complications of love tear at your heart,

and make you long for isolation.

Water brings life,

While love brings a reason for living.

When I think of water, I think of life.

And when I think of love, I think of Holland.

Happy Birthday, Dick *smile*