... but just rain.
He is everywhere.
On the street.
Outside the window.
On the glass.
By foliage and asphalt.
On the cheek.
To your liking.
Inside of me...
Kisses with the smooth water of the bay.
Whispers words that the sun hid, trying to outshine and drive out and destroy.
He caresses the damp coolness of his palm.
Washes delicate fingers with tenderness, like a wave.
He covers his eyes with eyelashes in the echo of a smile of memories: "Remember, remember, remember ..."
Tickles lips with claws of drops.
Smoothing hair with streams of touch.
Knocks in whiskey: "Remember, remember, remember ..."
Dear, Desired rain, I so missed you.
I missed you so much!