June 26, 2014. My Journal Notebook. Wet Rain
There are soft raindrops now. It reminds me of you. Every time it rains we are together. We ride the bike together. Your shirt is cold wet as my cardigan. We hug; tight! In the cold mist, our bodies join protecting each other. Our eyelids on each other’s face. I ask you, "Are you okay?" You keep driving, fast on the road. The rain excites the wind. They soak the ground. You keep saying, "I'm wet. I’m so wet." I know you are. That makes me miss you.
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