Let It Pour

last night at approximately 12:44, it started pouring.

it was like the sky had ripped down the center, and suddenly i had trouble breathing. i thought to myself, does this happen every night? how can i miss such beauty?

you know what i want, right now?

i want it to pour, and i want to kiss you in the rain.

i want to kiss you like we've never kissed before, because i imagine that rain brings out the true passion in people. you would be surprised when i ran at you and knocked you down. we would kiss on the grass, disregarding the water seeping through our clothes. we would kiss long and slow and deep, and we wouldn't be cold, because we would have each other's warmth, and that would be more than enough. it would be beautiful, when we came together, like the sizzling reds and bright yellows of a blazing sunset, or the shimmering wink of rainbows in puddles on a hot day.

maybe you would be surprised by the amount of passion in me...

then again, maybe you wouldn't. maybe you knew it was there all along.