Erudite licks embossed dictionary covers methodically. 
Rain is not gold, nor the colour of truth; merely green in essence.
Subtext is always the opposite of pretence; underneath a scream.
Laughter ticks proprioceptively especially under soft covers.
Clouds can be beds or imaginary pillows as well as dewy cells. 
(all this and your skin in the morning)
Lingual utterance is another way of saying the weather or love. 
Euphoria kicks forth beneath a skylight with some force. 
Conjurers make the illusory tangible, a confidence man too. 
Ether settles in, says come to me insistently. 
Distil an ellipsis (wait) it rains.