For most
Rain brings gloom,
Sadness, pain.
As the sky greys
Darker and darker,
Rain pounds noisily
On rooftops
In annoyance.
But
The rivers swell,
Plants become turgid
As love does the same
To my heart.
Drops gather in your hair,
Form small streams on your face,
And I ache.
Not from weather-induced melancholy
But from the desire to be those drops.
For my fingers to be planted atop your head,
My hands to run down your face,
Then your arms,
Reaching for your heart.
For your soul.
Cloudy skies bring me hope
That we'll get stuck in the downpour
Together,
Holding each other
As ponds hold the runoff,
Wishing the sun stay hidden
From this moment,
Unable to evaporate this love.
This powerful, thunderous, raining
Love.