rain

if it were a summer rain
it would feel cool
upon my face
refreshing
i would welcome it
gratefully
i’d dance among the
raindrops
thankful for the
sudden drop in temperature
if it were a summer rain
i’d climb into his bed and heart
he would hold me until it ended
then we would go to get ice cream
or some other summer thing
but this is not a summer rain
this is november
cold and cruel
it keeps me banished
to my room
dreaming of his touch
and sweet memories
of summer rain

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