Dear Raindrop On A Windy Day,
I’ve only ever heard of mixed reports.
I want to stare you down and feel good admiring your drizzle. A damp shirt does not heat my bones well.
I know that, should not drown my cheer.
I linger from time to time more than I should. I wish I knew the undue effects immersing myself more in your downfall would have on me. I want to be your rock. Let me feel the pitter-patter of your heart on my skin. Guide my breathing. Encourage me to relax and just breathe, please.