Oh beautiful soul,

there are so
many things
in this world to
adore-

people running when
the rain begins to fall,
shaking off their umbrellas and
laughing at the
downpour -
waiting in line for
a handful of
coffee to keep the
biting
cold at bay
or watch the steam rise,
the cream satiate the
bitter black for a moment
with a cloud-
looking out from
within at
grey and drippy
streets where
cars are pushing through
the weather
to
get to where
they're going

Oh beautiful soul,

there are so many things
in this world to
love
and I'm beginning to
see
you're one of them.