Rainy days tend to bring back the thoughts of you and the memories too sweet to last.

Say, for instance, how we used to sing Neil Sedaka's Laughter In The Rain albeit usually off-key in the bleak afternoons of blissful rainshowers.

Please know I still take retreat in the savage memory of the way we cuddled our way to sleep.

The warmth of that olden moment is vividly felt now that cold is slowly taking over on my rough skin.

Then all of a sudden, a whiff of musk gradually permeates the olfactory as you generously caress my neck all the way to my chin.

And in the midnight of supposed lonely horrors, you deliberately move with the merest of ripples just so you could steal kisses on my forehead.

I shuffle my giggles into my sleeves as I roll slightly aside as though unconscious.

Just humor my bittersweet recollection of midday magic.