rain.

Thunderstorms snarl with the luminescent rays speaking through the shadowy clouds
and rain pounds out the beat to november rain on the rooftop as we sleep.
Eyes pop open and there you lay with a sweet soft smile across that face that I’ve been graced to look at everyday. Your eyes open to meet mine. With bewilderment in my tummy you sigh. Why would you sigh? Why would that smile disappear when eyes are met?
“You never do sleep in rain. You become more alive and willing to. inspect. the thoughts that run through that crazy brain of yours. It’s astonishing to watch.
But I just want to hold you, in your sleep, in the rain. You’re not the only one who likes to contemplate while gazing at the loved one.”
Eyes shut close, and drift away.