i used to love the rain.
that was prior to you.
i enjoyed curling up in my bed
and reading for twelve hours straight.
now, i think of you.
how your mother hated
you driving in it.
how you didn't mind it
because it meant i got to stay longer.
and that meant more time
to shower me with your kisses.
i shower myself in tears when it rains.
because of you.