You're a liar.

Decadent. A thief.

Harlot, lowlife, general ****.



You, sir or madam, bring ****** to bed.

You are a drunkard in the street.

You beg, when you have enough.



You, my good friend, have greed and avarice that surpasses all.

Please, take my money and my soul.

You pig.



Any assorted profanity could describe what you are.

You lowly

little

speck of dust.



I can't bear myself to be near you.

You might start to leech off me.

You parasite.



What? Me? What are you talking about?

I'm none of those.

I'm just a hypocrite.

The fresh rain is new love
The sights,
The sounds,
The experience.

And even thunder has its place,
At first frightening,
It shines its own beauty
As the passion of love, beckoning for more rain.

And the day after, in the soggy aftermath
Is lasting love.
A catalyst for life
Through its nourishing waters.

Rain is life, just as love is.
Always present.