It's raining,

Just like how I met you.

The way you'd play on a poodle,

And watch the rain drizzle.

Your eyes curving down,

Your hands reaching out.

The streets were busy and loud,

But it's you I'm focused to.

The apparation of the crowd

Didn't matter for the very moment,

You were laughing,

Amused by the scenery.

It was your kind of aesthetic.

It's raining.

Just like when I first saw you cry.

That night I was strolling

On the very same street I saw you,

Drenched in water,

And eyes soaked up with tears.

It was a sad story I could never tell.

It's raining.

And like that I realized,

You had the most captivating orbs.

And I liked the way it rained .

Your eyes would turn just the right curve,

As you reach for your hand to feel that cold blue.

And something about that amused me,

Something I didnt want to discover.

The teardrops calmed my heart,

But your presence skipped its own beat from it.

The mist from the weather gave me the blue,

But your smile was there to keep me through.

It's raining.

And I love it.

For then I will see you,

And smile, and hide, and keep a memory.

I love it when it rains.

I love you, my rain.