you smell like the rain, a combination of sweet and saltiness, pleasantly musky etched to your jacket, on a cold, wet day.
you feel like the rain, as our palms held and met, I can feel your sweat form.
hold them tighter, my heart feels tighter.
I think I'm the rain, if not then explain, why do I precipitate waterdrops from my eyes, or listen to my heartbeat pounding loudly like cats and dogs, and my sight is fogged
I'm waiting for the someone sunnier than I do where I can form new love again.
was walking out from the coaches, and it started raining. could have guessed, as I walked out from the station I smell nothing but rain and I'm overwhelmed with immense sadness