people hate rain because all they think about is the destruction it brings, the activities it prevents, the fun it obstructs. but they often forget that water is essential for a plant to grow. when droplets fall from the sky, people look up and ask “why?”. if only we took that time to reach our hands out to appreciate the rain in our everyday life; and this is why i reach my hand out to take yours, because you are like rain to me. i can’t help but experience a strange calmness when i’m with you and i don’t know why you are always so misunderstood, i wish the world knew, what exactly i see in you.
telltale signs of rain; the toads have started croaking, the laundry is being brought in, the earthy smell of soil and wet grass, (just like rain, i am falling fast)
starting out as a light drizzle, we intertwined our bodies together, as the rain slowly fell, against the window we heard pitter patter, the rhythms of our hearts joined as one, the slow rise and fall of your chest as i watched you sleep, the rain grew to a downpour, i brushed your hair from your eyes and let out a little sigh, how did i get so lucky?
they say that life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass but learning to dance in the rain. i hope you’re not a storm cloud passing through. i would give up all of my sunny days to be with you. (forever)