Saturday, 20 June 2015

Missing the Rain

I would shun the chance at a paradise in eternal summer sun
for just one stormy September's day spent with you;
trade the idea of drinking cocktails in the sky clear
to hold your hand through the deluge.

I would drown in the dismal downpour without a frown,
endure the torrent with no qualms.
I could be sitting under any gargantuan wonder
but I would still prefer to be framed by your arms.

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