it wasn’t raining that night
but the feeling that rain was soon to fall
was akin to what i felt
when i saw you.
in simple words: love.
we skipped the cobbled streets that night
and counted every lamppost sign.
your eyes were my lights,
i saw myself and my future bright.
you held my hand
and from that moment on,
i could never go back to leaving your side.
your warmth, your presence, your gaze-
your grip felt as though home was never homely before.
on the night we drunk our happiness plenty,
wine was jolly on our spirits.
my smile was flesh with stars for you,
i wondered to myself
how did you manage to make me feel this way.
on the way home
it rained.
and i knew it then:
love was falling from the ángels above.
we soaked what we could,
the rest we grew
in our garden almighty.
sometimes you just know it’s going to rain.
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