Raindrops falling from the impregnated skies
And a drop right fall in the middle of your eyes
It soaked your curling hair
Down to their roots
Your shirt clung to you for dear life
And your pant legs started to cry
I invited you inside and left you a towel
To Dry
In my mind I thought
Why?
Why would you stand in the rain?
Just to give me these flowers.
I ran my hand through your soft curls
and sighed
My goodness you're alright
Are you staying here tonight?
Because the skies look like they,again,
are about to cry.