Rain just seems to dramatic, so uncertain and I think the uncontrollable and mysterious nature of it is what really makes my heart race. I know a lot of people love rain, maybe they can love it as much as I do, I'm not sure. It could be possible, with me though rain just seems to intimate, so personal, and I'd like to believe no one else experiences rain in the same way I do, that it is my own special pleasure that no one else could understand or comprehend.
Dear Rain,
i love you
I asked for you today... I was sitting outside on my step with my pillow and my pup. I was daydreaming I think. My eyes wandered to the sky and I saw a little white cloud, he winked at me, I'm sure. I cocked my head to the side and I thought, 'little cloud, please can you make Rain come play with me today, I've been missing him.'
I didn't think you'd come, I didn't think that tiny fluff of a cloud had it in him - but two hours later I heard you tapping on my window. You were here, and you were magnificent. I lay down on the grass and let you cover me in little wet kisses.
I adore you rain, when you speak your velvet voice drowns out all my thoughts and all my fears until all I can do is sit mesmerized. You are exhilarating, and seeing you in such fine form made it hard for me to breath; I've been missing our meetings. You hadn't called me in such a long time I was starting to think you'd lost interest in me but today you were so intense that all I can do until I see you again is lie in bed and hope to hear your voice or your soft tapping on my window.
Don't wait so long this time, I want to walk with you again
I'll be listening,
(L)
