Mark J. Lewis

Would I love the rain without you?

And the pitter-patter of drops on my window,

And the black clouds,

And the crisp cold,

And the warm indoors,

And the nights spent cuddled on the couch,

The rain soothing us to sleep,

And the crackle of the fire,

And the warmth of our hearts,

And the shield of compassion,

Keeping out the shower of sadness,

What is the rain without you?

Just rain, just water.

Cold, unfeeling water,

Seeping into my heart.