Visage.

Fingers fiddle, huddled in slow drizzle,
selfish rain! muffled in frozen frames;
the hands, overcoming cognizance,
with a mackerel sky, subdued in dampen.

For raindrops are testimony to these eyes,
of what would've been a beaming sun;
retreating par the eagle's nest
weakened, amenable to unlearn.

It isn't deluge that stops us short,
serving volleys, which often disagree.
Its an indignant weight, a parrot's bait
while those digits immersed - evaporate.