THE RAIN

THE RAIN

There is something beautiful about the rain,

Something in it tends to take me back to us again,

I remember spending dreary Sundays beneath a blanket with you,

There was something seductive about just the rain and us two,

Something about dancing in it with you was so sublime,

Like two kids, we’d lose track of time,

I can still smell the mix of the rain and your perfume,

And how it lingered when you would walk into a room,

After being caught in a downpour on your way into the house,

Something charming how you damned it one day for ruining your blouse,

It was always adorable, you standing at my door with rain soaked hair,

And how you’d repeatedly ring the doorbell in such sweet despair,

We had our moments together in the falling rain,

Including the one that caused my greatest of pain,

It was the day we kissed each other goodbye,

I was thankful for the rain, for you couldn’t see the tears in my eyes,

Now I find something redeeming about the pouring rain,

Something in it tends to take me back to us again.

-brad