Sheets of Rain
The sheets are wet
Sopping, dripping, spreading
Cool against my tired skin.
Enveloped in their clean, fresh scent
I notice the rivulets running down my leg
Bunching at my feet in crisp, clear puddles.
The sheets pour harder now
Steaming, pounding, splashing
Atop my weary head.
But luckily I am not alone
There is a boy entangled with me.
His ochre colored hair damp and dewy
To match his fogged up glasses.
Together we tumble forward
Already sheltered from the rain outside
But still hoping to find protection from the storm within
That threatens to drown us out and never let go,
If only we will let it.