midnight has never tasted so sentimental
the cool, damp air of a fresh rain
lingers on my skin.

I am awake because of her
the rain, she whispered to me,
her harmonies gently shook me
as if she wanted me to feel these emotions

emotions only one can feel on a night like this
cold. alone. nostalgic.
1:31 seems to be my time lately
to muse over my thoughts
gather them together and put away
for now
till later
when she comes for me again
another night
when the rain falls