Rain

Down it came.

Then stoped.

Stained everything.

I love you rain. Your comforting, arrive unexpected, tickle my fancy, tuck me into slumber, leave without warning. Smell like the room after really hot passionate horny sex.

I want to marry you. In a over-grown english cemetery, at dusk, in torn late Victorian garb, as I lift my arms to the heavens: much like Tim Robbins, in Shawshank Redemption.

Our kids will be named, Ice, Steam, Snow, and Draught.

We'll have a pet turtle named hail.

And as the sun sets, that sun, the day, the hours. The Evening, we will dance.

And form colors in the sky.

I love you rain.