Yours

The first time I met you,
it was raining.

I still remember clearly,
That clear September's day,
when I looked at you from clear across the room,
and your eyes,
and the raindrops,
they were both so clear.

That smell, I will always associate with you
Raindrops on the pavement,
Moisture in the air,
Heavy,
Hot,
Heated,
Heavy,
Like you could feel the (tension)
clouds on your shoulders,
gathering,
but whether it was for a storm or a mere shower,
one could never know.

And always when it rains,
I think of you.

That sound, it has always been yours;
Rain pattering like little footsteps
On the roof of my house,
Car,
Body
Spattering in my hair
and mingling with my tears.

Remember when you walked beside me,
and it was raining?
I laughed and reached for your hand,
only to feel my smile shift
as I realized that there was no one there.

The last time I saw you alive,
it was raining.