Azra

downpour, warm. she’s the storm you find yourself getting caught in when you’re walking back to your car after a dull work day. unexpected, overwhelming. but you don’t open up your umbrella. you don’t run. no, you stop and tilt your head up. you close your eyes and open your mouth, let it all come in. and you smile the whole time. she’s the rain you take your time walking through. the rain that holds you the right way.