Love is a quiet rainstorm
That taps gently at my roof
Ping, ping, ping
Wake up sleepyhead

It beckons me forward
Towards the window and into the bleak greyness of the day
Raindrops flow tirelessly down my window pain
Lazily dripping into the gutter and into my garden

I’m not ready for it
But I never really am
Sometimes the rain comes hard
Thunder and lighting crackle towards the earth and rumble my weary home
I am jilted from sleep and left cold and shaky

Other times I need it
I’m too dry
My flowers are dying
Thirsty for it
Begging to be big and blooming they turn towards the sky

I stay inside my house when it rains
It’s not safe to go outside
I’ll become covered in it
Wet from head to toe
Cooled off and alive
I’ll never want to leave
I’ll stay in it forever
That’s what a good rain does

Every noise is loud and every drop refreshing
It’ll wash away the dirt and the tears
That I’ve collected inside my home
My safe nest
That keeps me alone and out of the rain
Out of love and forever afraid.