I’m reminded of you whenever it rains.
You loved the rain.
I hate the rain.
I grew fond of the gloominess by living with your radiance.
You were able to turn the dreary atmosphere into a habitable environment.
I miss that feeling. I crave it.
I wonder if you’re out there watching the droplets kiss against your window.
You would kiss my cheek on days like this and tell me to lighten up.
I look outside the blurry window, feeling unsure, looking for your comfort.
“You can’t have a rainbow without rain.”