2:07 a.m
It is two o'clock in the morning, the wind is screaming against my windowpane, trees are scraping the outside of my bedroom walls, the ground is being soaked with whirling drops of water and I,
I am missing you.

2:09 a.m
The pattering of raindrops upon my rooftop falls in line with the rise and fall of my chest and makes me wonder if she is doing the same with you.

2:14 a.m
The storm has died down and it reminds me of you, and how after a fight you'd grab me by my sobbing face and just hold me till I was calm. I never thought I'd miss a storm.