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.