Showers

Her name was Rain
and she smelled like the after math
of a hundred storms upon
my backyard
The dew, the perfect accent
to my perfect evening
The one I spent with
Rain
Lost in the middle of nowhere
Falling apart in the needles of her
lost desire
Her heart, beating against mine
Beating against my chest like the
Rain

Is this love shallow like the waters we frequent?
Is this excessive or simply misunderstood? The End.

Rain, here it comes, pouring on me like a sudden rest.
Drenching me enough to sleep in your presence, Rain