Watching the Rain With You

watching the rain with you viewing a smile in the center of the wind there is no other place i would rather be the flowers with no name are resting peacefully in your lap i smile at the contentment that decorates the vibe yuletide iridescent as the rain continues to fall, you slowly get up from your bistro chair and find your true comfort in my lap i put my arms around you with pride and an ecstatic disbelief you ask me out of the blue why most of my poems are so enriched with sadness and heartbreak i reply by saying there are many avenues in the well traveled states of mind you nod and return to listening to the rhythm of the rain that oldie by the cascades suddenly begins to linger in my mind as you snuggle and find the warmth that leads to the perfection of your satisfaction, i recall this very moment when it was only a blueprint of a dream now it is like the ultimate autograph with a reclusive celebrity the misanthrope and the socialite....sharing a kiss of united similarity still watching the rain with you....i would not change a thing, and that includes you....