Ah. Breathe it in, friend!

The smell of rain.

Can you feel the joy the grass feels? Can you hear the delighted song of the birds bathing in the drops?

Oh! Raise your arms, friend!

The feel of rain.

Can you sense the urgency it feels to fall? Can you feel the relief it eagerly brings from sky to earth?

Please! Open your eyes, friend!

And see my tears.

Like the clouds, I can no longer hold it all.
All the love I feel for you, like the rain, just had to drop. My gray eyes cloud with love and care for you, and my tears rain.

Now. Tell me this, love.

Do you feel joy?

Do you feel relief?

Do you return my love? Or are you like the grass,
able only to accept the rain? Would you, if you could, love; love me like the rain?