I see you in the rain.
I walk out onto the shining pavement, not because I have somewhere to go but because I need to feel you. Feel you, in the raindrops that bounce of my cheeks, or stick to my eyelashes.
I sit on a park bench, getting every last bit of me soaked, but it’s okay because I feel you next to me again. You don’t know how much I miss you. I close my eyes, and reach for you, remembering the feeling of your hand. Your hand, in the rain.
I found you, in the rain. We sat, silently, listening to the rain. Feeling the rain. Enjoying the rain together.
I fell in love with you, in the rain. We gazed into each other's glossy rainy day eyes, and found solace in each other’s presence. We kissed in the rain.
I held you, in the rain. When your world was falling apart, and you were drowning in rain puddles. I held you. I kept you safe, in the rain.
And I lost you. In the rain. I laid you down, in a pool of muddy water, and then you were gone forever. And now it’s just me. Just me, and I miss you. And the rain misses you. Because it, and I, can never touch your face again. My rainy day girl.
But sometimes,
sometimes,
I still see you, in the rain.