It’s raining outside,
And the sound of gentle drops on my window is beautiful and calming.
So I push back the curtain,
Peek out the window with nostalgic wonder.
And I’m met with a blue-grey blanket of rain,
One that paints a sweet memory of us, silent, listening to our hearts beat.
It’s hard to believe,
All I can sense of you now is hidden in pockets of nature.
Feel robbed of a chance to encounter our nature.
Days go by,
These memories, I fear, will start to fade.
As I dream of a time when you were the rain,
And I ran outside,
And we gently danced our last in nature’s embrace.