I Think I like when it Rains

It's odd. it's just droplets of water from the clouds in the sky.

yet how can something so simple be so amazing?

It wipes the frown off of my stupid face.

It brings me peace, serenity, hope.

It soothes my thoughts, and kisses my nose with the smell of asphalt.

It's all I imagine you to be.

I mean no, not the asphalt thing.

Dear god, no.

I hope you smell like roses and daisies, coffee, and newly washed sweater.

I hope you like to cuddle in the cold weather of the season.

I hope you like to listen to the raindrops on the roof and my corny old stories.

Well, that rain's yet to come, I guess.

'til then, I'll watch by the window and wait for that rain to fall, wait for you.

-This Letter is dedicated to the one, wherever you maybe-