What started as a No turns to a maybe. Day after day that thought, that possibility weaves softly. Subtly crafting, carving a place. Now I’m here. Confused. Watching you. Butterflies dancing. Hand tapping. When did you become a Yes. When did you become it all. 



Hiding from the rain
I found you
Both seeking shelter
From the unforgiving downpour
Dishevelled and unkempt
The water ran from our bodies
We shared a smile
Talked for a while
The happiest I’d been
Just existing next to you
The rain faded out
A drizzle and then gone
We went our separate ways
How I wish it would rain again