Love and rain are like siblings,
intertwined in a way beyond
the understanding of our frail mind.
Jointly taking their sacred seats
in our hearts and leaving us to ponder about their existence.
Rain and love,
they both come with full force,
and they are not bothered if we are ready or not.
They come to us and affect everything with us
and when they leave,
they sometimes take our treasured possession.
There is a sombre truth about love and rain,
We all want to feel it,
whether by standing in it or
watching it from our confined space,
too afraid to let it in or go into it.
The melancholy about love and rain is that,
there's always going to be some place
where it's raining
and two souls falling in love.
And that's how you know magic is real.
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.