I want you when it rains because I like the way the water feels on my bare skin. Because the water makes me feel natural, real, alive. Because I can see us intertwined on the couch, talking to the rhythm of the water, no destination or place to be besides in one another’s arms.
Have you ever noticed how green the world gets right before it rains?
Not only are YOU more on edge, all of the other cars around you are freaking out a little that their tires are in contact with water rather than the arid dust of Satan’s garden.
After The Worst Night Of My Life I Thought My Nightmare Was Over, But Now I Know Something Is Really After Me
I knew by now not to look outside. Not to check the porch. Last time, that seemed to let it in my head somehow. Let it get me off the couch and almost open the door.