S.O.S

feisty winds blowing

the weather is ominous

i await rescue

Love: Rain

I love waiting for the rain. I like how mysteriously it creeps up with thunder and clouds. I especially like it when its scent invades my senses. It’s exciting and thrills me to the bones.

I love waiting for the rain because I know you are about to arrive. You are about to caress my face, my neck and my entire body. You are about to fill my world with your hues of grays. I am ready to drown in you. I am addicted but I am patient.

Sometimes you never come at all although I hear your grumbles. I look up, your clouds are there, hovering but you never come. It’s like you are teasing me. You make me want you more. I am annoyed, my skin prickling and uncomfortable. Heat does not become my cold dark soul. I am melting and you are my salvation.

Oh how summer tortures me. Our memories rip apart my soul over and over until every piece of me is falling like the leaves of autumn. I am in pain but still, I am patient.

I love waiting for the rain. I love your every form. Often times you are stormy, torrid and vicious. You pelt me with your words, as if I deserve to be drowned in your anger. There are times when you are so sweet, silently falling and giving that comfort only you can give. I might say I like you better that way but then when you are so passionately falling when I am in bed, I am on fire! Your lightning and thunder send shivers all over my body. It’s electricity and I am sated, happy.

Painfully, every meeting ends with my waiting. It is because you can never stay too long. You can never keep falling eternally. Somebody needs you as well. I do not own your heart, no not even your name. I only own these moments of torment and bliss. But I am patient and I wait…always waiting…