I offer up a sentence
A key to my thoughts
Words fall lightly, a lover’s bargain
Hoping you would pick up my words
As one would the scent of petrichor
Eager, perhaps a little greedy for more
But you murmur something
Absentmindedly, forgetting the words before you finish speaking them
My gaze finds its way back to the lines of my palm and the creases over my knuckles
Imagining you looking up at me with something to say

-UV

Tears falling from her lifeless eyes
Their salty taste

Rain drops falling from silvery sky
Their tiny shape

Tears falling down her alabaster cheeks
In their own rhythm

Rain drops falling from colourless sky
Tapping so evenly

Putting out her shaking hand
Water so delicate

Tears falling down her face
Rain drops falling from the sky

Isn’t it wonderful to have
Such company in despair…

he told me he loved the rain
the same as i did
what he meant,
was that he loved to watch
from behind the window
and listen as it gently tapped
against the glass.
when i say i love the rain
i mean that the roar of thunder
awakens my bones,
just as the smell of lightning
fills my lungs.
i hear it kissing the earth
and all at once
i can't stop myself
from running outside
and letting it consume me.

It’s the assurance of petrichor after rain
that makes me believe in rainbow after pain.