I love the rain,
   when it blows a chilly air
   that makes you hold me even tighter,
as you fall asleep
from the coldness
that goes with the rain,
I get the chance to look at you,
beautiful and imperfectly perfect
just the way God intended
for a man like me.
For the weather was on my side,
it poured even heavier
and as you wake up from the sound
I prayed for you to stay even longer.

I hate the rain
when I'm all alone,
the empty side of the bed
gets cold faster,
I tried to embrace the softest pillows
or even cover myself
with the warmest of blankets
but not of them
can make me feel the comfort
that you provided
whenever you're around  
and
I guess love has it's way of telling you
that you've found home
between her arms.