09-03-2024, 05:00 AM
**PERCEPTION OF RAIN**
I loathe the rain—
Its chill that seeps through when I drive,
the relentless shivering of my hands,
the longing for a warm blanket and coffee.
I watch the lady in red dash with her umbrella,
cradling her sobbing child;
frustrated men navigating the downpour,
a drenched dog seeking shelter,
a mother bird shielding her nest from collapsing-
each scene a portrait of misery.
The rain, a mournful whisper,
unveils forgotten sorrows,
reopening old wounds.
Yet all of that fades when I'm with you.
With you, the rain turns the soil into cedar and pine,
The white of your eyes glowing against the dark sky,
your ruby earrings jingling as we seek refuge,
your warm palms pressed against mine,
cold drops on your face like morning mist.
your occasional stumble through the mud,
your mumbling melody as you hop around,
Your shivering voice asks, "Do you love the rain as much as I do?"
I reply, "I love it all."
I loathe the rain—
Its chill that seeps through when I drive,
the relentless shivering of my hands,
the longing for a warm blanket and coffee.
I watch the lady in red dash with her umbrella,
cradling her sobbing child;
frustrated men navigating the downpour,
a drenched dog seeking shelter,
a mother bird shielding her nest from collapsing-
each scene a portrait of misery.
The rain, a mournful whisper,
unveils forgotten sorrows,
reopening old wounds.
Yet all of that fades when I'm with you.
With you, the rain turns the soil into cedar and pine,
The white of your eyes glowing against the dark sky,
your ruby earrings jingling as we seek refuge,
your warm palms pressed against mine,
cold drops on your face like morning mist.
your occasional stumble through the mud,
your mumbling melody as you hop around,
Your shivering voice asks, "Do you love the rain as much as I do?"
I reply, "I love it all."


wae aye man ye radgie