The night is dark as I awake alone
wondering where she might be
so I slip my slippers on
slide outside the bedroom door
and tiptoe to the living room.
I’m not even to the steps
yet I can already smell the petrichor
dust dancing against our floors.
I descend downwards
and to my surprise
droplets of wet drip down my nightgown
speckling my black hair
like the night sky.
I look up and am greeted by rain
passive passengers parting through my ceiling
as if it weren’t there at all.
In the darkness
I see a solitary light
obscured by our bedsheet.
She is huddled within
and tells me to take cover
to escape the gentle drizzle.
Soon the drops drop harder
and we stand in the silence
the rain continuing to pour.
We are both soaked
yet she shines the same
a smile on her face
She watches in wonder.
I take her hand.
We watch together.
-JC