When it rains outside, there is a
constant stir in our hearts – of all that
could have been, of all that could still
be… And yet we take some time to
realize that it is just us being…. :


The rain is making you
Slip into my heart…
The rain is making me
A love-sick soul to start…

And oh, it’s making me
Fall into your arms…
The rain is making me
Wistfully rub my palms…

It’s taking me home
Into your embrace…
The chilling drops form
Trails for us to trace…

The rain is making me
Slip without a grip,
Just at the thought of
Your warm, soft lip…

The rain is taking away
The comforts of loneliness,
Rendering me lovesick,
Draining me to emptiness…

– June 22nd, 2013
© Sana Rose 2013

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