Rain

Beautiful rain 
Lovely rain
That spinkles like dew drops
On an early spring day 

The sky is darkening
While the wind gently howls
As thunder claps
Followed by swollen clouds 

I await by a window 
With my fingers on the glass
As the cold temperature 
Leaves an imprint on my hand 

Missing the warmth
The feeling of a touch
That leaves tingles up my arms
And on my cheeks a gentle flush 

The storm is getting windier 
As the leaves are blown by force
While my fireplace crackles
And outside people continue their course 

The atmosphere is miserable
But in my mind I am safe and warm
While my yearning continues
And my breathing changes form 

He shines through my window like the moon
As the night falls dark
While the other is a flower
That blooms gracefully from the start 

So different but lovely
An absolute breathtaking sight
To feel loved by both
And no need for a fight 

Two chairs in my room
While the table is left spread
For when I have company
Or before I go to bed 

Flowers and vines 
Twisted together on the walls
With curtains billowing 
In the slight breeze from the window 

My feet touched the ground 
That was covered in tiles
Like the ballroom of a castle
Or cobblestones in piles 

My eyes close oh so gently 
With longing for an embrace
As I wait for the rain to stop
To cure my silent pain

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