Rain

There was a moment of silence between us, as we both tried to think about what to say, how to say it. The distance between us was difficult, the days and nights had left us apart. And yet, the way you responded to my voice, I was relieved to know you still saw the good in me. You were still my home, but I was too afraid to voice it. As the silence grew louder, you told me that it might rain- we never talked about the weather, but here we were, talking about the weather. I shook my head, but didn’t disagree. Rain today? It seemed too far-fetched. But I let you talk, as always, listening to what you said and what you left unsaid. 

And you were right, and I found comfort in the rain, in the droplets soaking my hair, in the the sound of the rain as I drove my car, wondering if you were safe. The rain reminds me of mornings of shivering in the cold, your morning voice, and the sweetness of hope. I don’t know if you still see goodness in the world, if you still are a believer, but I do know that if it can rain on a day I was sure it wouldn’t rain.. then anything can happen. And like the rain, I want to pour myself into you, reach your deepest roots, the part you keep safely tucked away from me and the rest of the world.