My only,
For all the different kinds of rain, I have an image of being with you. Morning mist on a beach with a cup of coffee. Walking together in a light shower while I hold the umbrella over us, put my hand on your waist to guide you away from any puddles. Of course there's the obligatory totally soaked through in a summer downpour holding each other close and kissing without abandon while the skies pour down on us. Looking over at your cute little face framed in the hood of a rain coat while stinging rain comes down somewhere in nature. I would also love one day to hear that you got soaked to the bone in a cold rain and hadn't dried out or warmed up, and invite you over. When you'd get there, I'd have a hot bath ready to go for you with all the girly stuff girls always need to take a bath (cause water clearly isn't enough). Take your clothes of and carry you into the bath tub. Sit next to you in the bath to scrub your back and rub your feet. And then wrap you in a warm towel, get you all set on the couch, bring you dinner and watch a movie while we listen to the rain beating against the windows.
I just want to smell your hair after the rain. Feel your skin as little drops fall on it. To me, there's so much mystery and power in the rain. The electricity beforehand. The power it has to totally transform situations, moods, feelings. I hope you think rain is as magic as I do. Will you be my shelter in the mystic rain?
Yours Truly
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