I did not pray for rain.
I prayed that if it came my way I would smile rather than stray.
I'll dance.
I'll not leave.
I'll not retreat
to a place
that appears dryer and quieter and has more heat.
I'll stay.
I'll wait.
Subtle at first, like an onlooker pretending not to stare,
I felt it. I smiled in its face
because although I wasn't
looking,
I began. I embraced.
Refreshing, yet a bit more uncomfortable than I'm
comfortable with, I spoke
to the drops.
You think I need you?
You think you're what I want?
Yes,
was the response.
A strong and incredible yes.
You're what I want.
You're what I need.
More rain fell.
And then...
I took your hand while it poured,
and
we made out in
the car, our
windows steaming
from wisdom
and
dripping wet with
experienced breath.
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