My love is like rain.
On summer days it lands lightly upon your skin
refreshing, vibrant, and full of life.
It fills the air with the sweet smell of flowers
and turns the trees brilliant green, yearning for one more drop.
My love is like a storm,
Turning the sky grey with growing anticipation,
the air electric, the breeze eager to put its hands in your hair.
My love pours down in buckets,
greedy and enveloping
Saturating the earth in splendor.