I think of you when it rains. I think of your laughter piercing the sweet sharp coolness of the air as we walk and talk under the cold, clear, rainwashed stars. I see it all again – the wet pavement reflecting the glow from the lightposts, the drenched, dark acacia trees beside the empty, silent road, the ethereal softness of mist rising off grass soaked with diamonds. But most of all, I see you. And I see myself as I wish I could be right now – beside you.

I miss you most after it rains.

***for Ella and Bum =)



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