Rain On Me

The thought of you falls like rain,
enveloped in an urgent necessity.
If at all possible, let this rain fall for an eternity
slow presses of each drop caressing the lips,
as for you, as for I.

Each touch awakens this feeling I can’t describe,
each drop touches my soul.
(I listen) with intent,
that tomorrow will be greater than today,
in hopes your smile would never have a reason to withdraw.

Each drop that falls is a piece of you,
although it’s impossible to catch every drop.
You never have a reason to fret,
as time has no bearing when it comes to you.
Each touch draws me closer to the beauty that is you,
in every way.

As I’d never want you to do anything you’d truly never want to do,
not in the means of convenience,
but as the present, as it’s meant to be.