Jan. 25, 2021                                                       

The clouds crash together, much too fast, too energetic, and too alive to represent the grey they wear on the outside. They breathe foggy breathes and sigh in thunderous booms that follow their flash of anger. Tears of sadness fly from their grey eyes as they weep tired of nobody taking notice to their perfect natural beauty. They cry a rain that soaks me to the bone, revealing my hidden soul under the white tee shirt I wear. I look up at them as I run to my car, my hair plastering to my face and my emerald eyes shining in reflection to the flashes of light that shoot through their quick fingertips. I slide into the passenger seat and look up at your blue eyes and then I realize why the sky cries.

It cries because of your beauty. It cries at your perfectly crooked smile. It envies your disarranged chocolate hair. It thunders at the sound of your musically velvet voice. It blows its foggy arms about in the chance that if can caress your dimpled cheek. I smile and look out at the sky, feeling slightly luckier than the rest of the world, because I get to experience your beauty. Because I get to kiss your secretive smirk and knot my fingers in your disheveled hair. I get to listen to your melodic voice whisper that you love me and I get to trace your dimpled face.

I am luckier than the rest of the world because I have you, and no thunder storm can push away the simplicity in the way I feel for you, because darling. I simply love you. I love your smile, hair, voice, face, and beauty. So dear, wet, smiling angel who smiles at my soaking hair, I show you my hidden soul in hope that it is enough to shelter you from the vicious rain that pours down on the windshield. The clouds crash together, much too fast, too energetic, and too alive to represent the grey they wear on the outside, but my love, I know the secret as to why.

And that, my beloved, is all that matters in the world.

~a