Like the Rain

Like the rain, love may fall.

And when it does, it smudges

our withered hearts;

into fashioned silhouettes

of crystal glass.

And like a pane of frosty glass,

we are glistened away

under the swoop of her

angelic fingers; so crisp and frail.

And when love does,

it lingers..

Like the balm of sweat

after a thick day's spray.

It clutches to our skin,

yearning for more than what is

endeared upon the surface.

And so we relinquish all that resides within.

And like the rain, it comes not once,

but every time we see her rise.

Through a fog of misty night,

or in the thicket of a golden flame.

Though the clouds may steer the light,

it is the rain which feeds the earth.

And like the dew,

ferments our wanting soul.

Like the rain love may fall,

but it is the drop from heaven's door

that we cherish the most.

We do not concern ourselves

of what remains below.

We are too wrapped up

within her eyes.

Author's Note

Just putting some emotions out there with no real intention of a rhyme scheme but I tried to make a connection flow through the words comparing rainfall to falling in love.