I know it sounds ridiculous and stupid. But when the rain comes in I just want you here. More I want us to be somewhere else in the rain. In the mountains. Living in Seattle. Whatever it is. Just in the rain. Listening to it. Just drinking coffee and reading. Or having drinks and listening to music quietly as it rains against the windows. I want the clouds to roll in and blanket us so I can pretend it's just us. That you're all that exists in my life. And me in yours. Just the cold and the clouds and the rain. And lots of blankets. And I know it sounds stupid to think of such things looking at us now. It sounds stupid to hope for any positive thing to come out of this fucked up situation. And I don't have hope for us. But you're still the person I think of when it rains. And if that doesn't tell you that my heart belongs to you then I don't know what else will. I think of you standing outside. Under the streetlight by my window. Waiting for me to come out. So we can walk together. It all sounds ridiculous. And I know that. But I guess when it rains I become a hopeless romantic. My dark clouds go away for a few hours and it's just me. And without the dark clouds I'm just romance and books and music. All the things I hate when my cloud comes back. The rain is just calming. It's peaceful. I wish i could drift to sleep listening to it. And never wake up
