Rainy May

In these rainy days of May
I think of you.
Your pixie ears,
your dreamy eyes,
your feet touching mine.
Sleepy days in the couch.

In these rainy days of May
I think of you.
Your smooth skin ,
your sweet smile,
your hand in mine.
Rainy days watching you.

In these rainy days of May
I think of you.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

I think rainy days draw many of us toward such musings. There's just something about it. A sweet longing, well-expressed.