Spring Rain

Rain drops slowly start falling from the heavens, and upon reaching the ground collide with grey snow, melting it. I stand outside, face up turned to the slow drops of water and sigh. The drops, cold against my face, corrode my make-up leaving my face exposed, reminding me of the way you entered my life. Your slow and deliberate love, your patient outpouring, corroded the walls around my heart. My insurance against pain melted like the snow around me, quickly disappearing into the sewers, leaving my heart like the earth, naked. Vulnerable, yet full of promise of the green grass and flowers that would soon spring. Full of hope and laughter, my heart cleansed of the cold cover it so painstakingly accumulated over the long winter months. The rain becomes more steady beating at my face, I close my eyes. I feel its rhythmic beat in my chest. The same rhythm that only occurs when you are near. It leaves a melody so sweet, that I yearn, for more rain to fall, and when it stops, the sun will kiss my face, and like the sun you will leave your impression on my heart. And I will contently bask in and not ask why the sun rises the way it does, instead give thanks to its power, and forgive it for hiding from me for so long.