In Which the Forecast Calls for Rain

It rained while you were holding me

and it was beautiful.

The golden beads of water

streaking down the window pane

watched as your hands

intertwined with mine

beneath

the soft, lavender covers.

I stared at the pattern

of the drops splashing down

in temporary rings

that echoed across the slick pavement

disrupted by the passing cars

that didn’t know any better

than to destroy the worlds I was watching

conspire outside the window pane

streaking with golden beads of water

while your hands

intertwined with mine

beneath

the soft, lavender covers

And it was beautiful.

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