I hate the rain

It's pouring outside,

Guess you already know.

The wind's acting funny,

You always said so.

I never liked the rain,

Let alone the skies

The blue in them always

Made it to my sighs.

But your eyes gleam,

Brighter than the timber

Your curls drenched straight,

Your pale face somber.

I liked the warmth,

You liked the breeze

We sure were distant,

Like chalk and cheese.

You washed off the blue

The ceiling exempt;

The breeze that got on my nerves,

Now soothed them.

I never liked the rain,

But now I do.

Besides the blue, every pour

Now carries bits of you.