It's raining outside.
One of my favorite things; I listen to each drop as it pitter-patters against the window.
All I could think about is you.
It's raining today and all I can think of is you.
Not about how I love when it rains, but you.
The tears start to fall from my eyes as if I were a part of the storm.
You are my monsoon.
I will gaze at your beauty and drown myself in you with no regrets or remorse.
