I'll always remember it raining
Though it only rained the one time.
We left the door open as it pounded down.
You picked me up when you kissed me,
because you could do that.
You always helped me with my shirt
but handled yours yourself.
And the rain splashed down
on to that old wooden house.
And the only light in the hall
was from the gray of the storm.
We always talked on our trips there.
Big dreams about how we would paint her.
Once we graduated college and you got the job.
And this would be our room,
and we'd put a rug upstairs.
And you would hold me against the wall and kiss me.
And the rain would come down,
sounding like a train on the tin roof.
Our hair on our arms stood against
the static of the storm
and the cool breeze it brought,
and the warmth of our hands.
And when it stopped, and we stopped
we would emerge into the previously submerged world.
Always knowing we'd be back,
always knowing this was home.
Our little farm house in the rain storms.