I love you more than the rain in the afternoon.
And I love the rain in the afternoon.

I love to watch as the rain streams down the window.
With the sunlight shining through...
I love the rain in the afternoon.

I love to lay on our bed and watch the willow weeping
and watch it sway back and forth while the raindrops are beating.
I can hear each one as it falls on our tin roof.
I love the rain in the afternoon.

I love the rain in the afternoon...
But not as much as I love you.

--Luke Ash
(ours)

We are in love.
Did you know?

not finished...

Your neck is the desert
Your skin, the rolling hills of sand.
My lips are two nomads
wandering
with no purpose
save to explore you.

Your hands are the ocean
Your knuckles, the waves
rising and falling.
Your fingers are the commanding winds
Moving across me in urgency.