Tuesday, April 27, 2010

The One With The Oom-Pah-Pah Pitter Patter.

Dear Lover,

Oh boy did it rain tonight.

I don't mention this because I've nothing interesting to say.
(I hope we always will.)
I'm not trying to fill the awkward silences.
(Because I think they're rather lovely.)

I bring up the rain for a particular purpose.

Because as the lightning caught my glance.
And as the thunder shook my ears.
As I heard the notes of the raindrops.
Play hard against the leaves.
And scale down.
To the trunks.
And the sidewalks.
And lapped up by the soil.

I imagined waltzing in the rain with you.


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