I painted a picture in my mind of you laying down with a clear view to a window, eyes wide opened, listening to the rain drops and watching them whenever the lightning strikes for that beautiful split second. One hand over your tummy while another poses above your pillow. Your breathing becoming more and more heavy and with each exhale your worries becoming less and less obsolete until your mind hits that sweet moment of clairvoyance and oblivion.

I picture the thundering rain to be the metronome to your evanescence of your dreams. Tranquil and peaceful, restful without melancholy. Tender blades of grass sway in the dew wind, as do my thoughts of you being in peace, in harmony. Though, I wish I could join you where no man can follow, it is the canvas in my head that paints the picture to my heart.

I love the rain