Rain

The rain.

She comes. She goes. With her time flies. Nice, slow and easy. Her calm brings me peace. Her touch a cold comfort that chases away my loneliness. She's the one.

The rain.

She reads my thoughts. Echoes my feelings. Her tears that trickle down from the sky. What more could I ask for than a companion through darkness and the light?

That is the rain.

My companion in the day and the night. She is love. She is pain. She too is loss and gain. Dear dear rain. Unappreciated as you are, you're my one and only.

How could any of us live without her.

Rain. She comes and goes with the seaosons. She is material. She is undeniable. She is irresistable. She is the one that hides me from the sun. She too is my blanket in the night. All encompassing rain. Beloved rain. Incredible rain.

Rain...