Your name is spelled out in the rain.
It's so beautiful watching it fall down my window pane.
I could watch it trickle down for hours.
The sound of it hitting the ground is something we can call ours.
I put my hands against the window breathing in the scenery.
Wondering to myself: Does the dark skies ever remind you of me?
With my warm sweater hugging me, and your face lingers through my mind.
I can't help but love you like the rain.
I love how your words fall down to the ground, and never reaching me.
I love the way your touch feels like a cold autumn breeze.
I love how I can just stare at you for a while.
I'm a pluviophile.
YOU ARE READING
Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
