"i love the rain"
that's what you said
and i agreed almost immediately

even up to now
i still hear the raindrops
as the sound of your footsteps
and your soothing coarse low voice

the smell of rain
as the scent of your cologne
and the warmth you radiate with each hug you give

the streaks of rain running down my window
as those of your tears when i imagine you cry
and when you laugh heartily

the only thing that the rain and your being could ever differ about
is the fact that the rain
will always be there
but you won't