Your love is like rain, sometime it covers everything and I'm drowning in it, while at other times I haven't seen it for days.
Yet, when it comes and it falls in drops, it's uncontrolled, drops hitting my face, drops hitting drops, drops running down me; running me down.
And I didn't know if I wanted to be covered in it when I set out, but as it pours down on me, I smile as its something that I'm not used to. I don't mind being outside beyond where I'm protected by those things that give me comfort.
Yet, as each drop falls, so do I.
It soaks me through my clothes, and I fear knowing that it will leave me cold. As each drop falls, each step is heavier.
But I move forward, remembering the sun. Was it warm? Was it pleasant? Was it common? All I remember was its light, and how everything appeared different. But I can still see in the rain. I can find my way thru. I can see you across from me.
Everything seems grey now. I am not certain of anything and I start to feel a chill. I'm afraid of being soaked thru, but I don't reach for my umbrella. As much as I know what being out here means, I'm ok with it as the sun is peering through the clouds and I am feeling slightly warmed by it in this rain.
I reach for your hand and your hand is as wet as mine.
I wonder, how is my love to you? Have I forgotten your warmth as I've only thought of mine.
I know you have always felt the cold sooner than I. But I forgot this. Your hand is cold to the touch and I soon find that so is your cheek. All this time while it was raining, and I could not move, there you remained beside me. When it was cold and dark, there you were, near me. Could you not see me in the same way that I lost sight of you?
I'm not sure if the sun came out on its own or because of this realization.
Either way, I pulled you towards me, yes, I pulled hard and although you were not expecting it, and you were uncertain of what it meant, you fought it.
And it went grey for a moment and you stared out to me, but I was not sure if you saw me.
I wiped the drops from your eyes, and I was no longer sure if they were rain or tears. I was only certain that as yours were drier, so were mine.
I pulled you again and this time I was gentle. I only provided you the direction in which you should lean. And when you did, I pulled slightly harder.
It felt as though I was pulling the clouds away.
I sighed as I could see you again, and seeing this you smiled too.
We both sat there drenched, but we were unaffected, yet aware of it. It was as if we needed to learn that sometimes a greater comfort exists beyond where we thought before.
I don't know if the suns rays had dried us or if we has soaked in the drops of each others love, but I know we no longer feared it. I no longer had to pull you. And, to you, your direction was clear. And you held me until the sun set.
Copyright Justin Gerges 2013
