Rainy Days (prose)

On cold rainy mornings I feel like we have a lot of time. Let's just lay here a bit longer, we have time. Let's just listen to the rain a little while longer, as we drift in and out of two worlds. Let me wrap my fingers around yours just a little tighter, keep me warm, there's no rush, we have time. I like to listen to the sound of your breathing. Exhaling sighs of sadness inhaling silent hopeful vibrations.

On warm rainy days I want to sit with you by a lake. Feeling cool droplets against our skin, soaking our clothes through, no need to worry, there's no rush, we have time. We try to make out the distorted versions of our truest selves reflected in the water. I could stare all day, the air is clear there, empty. Washed clean. I breathe, deeply, trying to fill my lungs with all of the sweet scents. I am mindful of each raindrop as it hits the water. Do you hear them like I do? They are quiet, they are clear, they are hopeful. Let's just be, here, a little while longer, we have time.