Not a Cloud In Sight

Some nights it would rain. And in the comfort of solace I'd get up. Grab my shoes, my coat and head straight to where I felt most comfrtable. Though this place near. Not too many knew about it. I'd go straight to her heart and comfort her during the storm. It was something different about it. Her heart. Meeting her near and dear. To bring her comfort put me at ease. It's not that she needed or required company. But deep down I felt at peace. Watching the sky ignite every so often. Igniting our hidden passion. Our eyes the closest thing to a telescope. We reminded each other how we should feel. Our turns smiling and laughing. Often times I'd forget the rain completely. Becoming drenched in the patter of her heart. In the end all we'd know was silence. Coming to terms in our own agreeance. The further apart she wanted to be, the closer we actually became. Even now she kisses me in silence. Not a cloud in sight.