I am going to shower you with my love,

The way the rain pours on open fields;
Turning untouched lands into abundant gardens.

I will make daisies grow in each and every crack
that have made their home on your body;
Reminding you how beautiful you still are despite the numerous earthquakes that have shaken you and altered your foundation.

Sunflowers will sprout,
Illuminating the darkest parts of you that the world has dimmed throughout the years.

Vines will creep up and weave among your spine, bringing together the pieces that have been shattered from all the times you've been beat down and stepped on like grass.

There will be dandelions to remind you how pleasant it is to let go of some things and in the hurtful process,
Trees shall also rise to keep you rooted.

I apologize if the love and the rain would turn into a storm and destroy a few things in my path.

I am sorry if I cause flood to flow from your eyes, but please be patient with me, as I am with you, as I am as you develop.

For In time, I will regain myself and be the way that I was, showering you with the same love that hasn't changed.

I can't promise light downpour all the time, but I do swear not to drown you out.

Water levels may rise,

But I hope you grow, I hope I make you grow.