Do you miss the warm rain like i do? The way it would caress our skin; it’s touch was light as a feather. Almost unnoticed, but too nurturing to be forgotten. And when warm rain fell, the sun always followed. We’d bathe in tender golden light. And she would wrap us snug in her rays, only to let us nap on her sister’s green quilts of velvet. In this moment nothing mattered. There was you There was me And there was the warm rain. Nothing mattered except for us. We didn’t have to argue or yell, and no tears were shed. Just you me and the warm rain. It would dance across our sunburned cheeks and shoulders, mingle with our freckles, and get lost in between our intertwined fingertips. Although my eyes were closed i knew you were smiling. Smiling the smile that i’ve longed to see since September. I didn’t want this moment to end i just wanted to stay stay stay here with you forever. Mom yelling for dinner woke me up. There were white tiles under my head and a shower head infront of my face. i stood up, wiped the running water from my eyes, and turned the **** to the shower off. pearls of water formed and chilled as i hopped out while looking for a towel frantically. I paused the outdated song playing from my phone, that i once resonated with you. I look through the fog on my bathroom mirror and i see me. without you but i see love. love inside of me, past my now fair and satin skin beyond my fading freckles and rosy cheeks there is love. and maybe one day when the grass is green again, and the falling rain is warm i’ll find love there too. In the warm rain.