Rainstorms

I sat and waited for my love to return.
It was raining, and it was pouring.
And the tears kept hidden while my heart ached and bled.
No one could see the torment inside.
I wore a smile that spelled hope and eyes that sighed the patience of a lover's wish.

I long for the lingering feeling of your skin on mine.
The warmth of your breath one with the chilly storm breeze.

How long has it been?
An eternity of damp memories and puddles of glee?

I watched you.
As the rain fell and soaked through your spirit.
Flowing freely embracing you.
A liquid man in motion.

You beckoned me to come out of the shade.
To join you as you celebrate life with every drop that hit the earth.

I watched you.
From my own abode.

You came to me,
and held my hand.
As I try to sheild off the raging waters that drenched us.

I can't keep my eyes off of you.
And I tried.
I try to close my eyes.
The rain blinds me.
I try to close my eyes.
Even if I do.
I still see you.

So I sit in the rain.
Waiting for my love to return.