Rain, You've found me alone

You remind me of sweeter times, of twenty years waiting, staring down the dirt road.

Of summer rains and winter snows,

of the first signs of spring, the last gasp of autumns warm breath.

You remind me of everywhere we've ever been,

everywhere I've ever felt at home,

of the clink of glasses, the soft murmur of familiarity.

I walked to your house one winter evening, just to sit by your side. 

The sun was setting, it's cold arms gripping the colours of the sky,

And I could feel your breath running through the trees.

You made us a map to find our way around your home.

And I braved ice and wind, silence and solitude

To find my way back to you.

That night we stood, facing eachother 

hands held, foreheads touching, the breath from our mouths rising

intertwined to become the mist that would join the fog,

the fog which would find it's place amongst the clouds,

becoming the snow that would fall upon our rooftops as we sleep.

The wind sang to us with heavenly intonation through the trees.

Breaking each part of our hearts with ghostly progression

Until the tear-like rains of fragility flowed into mirth.

Birthing with it the fragrance of new life, hope confirmed.

You are my best years, my long summer eves, my journeys, my home.

The one I'll walk with each day until the fading light envelops all.